An ever new journey 

When you open and go into a silent book, it’s right not to be overawed as you do so, but you should also go on tiptoe. It is good to proceed with caution and trust, one step at a time, knowing that each time the paths we take will be different and unexpected. Sometimes they will turn out to be dead ends, and then we go back; other times they will be steep or labyrinthine. As with any self-respecting journey, Heaven help you if you go fast and straight. On the contrary, we need breaks, pauses, a little rest: a clearing in a dense and restless forest, a windswept beach, a quiet square, a comfortable rock along the path. Secure in the knowledge that our own eyes will guide us with the slow gaze of those who gradually discover delight and abandon themselves to it, now with some beneficial tremors, now with joy and surprise. The journey we take through the pages of a wordless register is renewed every time. Then, as we all know, the words are there. It is a journey, an exploration that reveals them to us one after another and which brings them to the surface. And whether alone or in company, we understand that these words were already within us and now we feel the urge to say them: laughing, feeling moved, whispering, shouting, spelling them. And so the story is told, unpicked, and told again. Not surprisingly, the same silent story can be read over and over again, knowing that it is ready to reveal new details, occasions, suggestions, visions and pretexts. In short, narratives. Stories.

– Walter Fochesato