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Welcome to my website, my name is Antonio Cella and I am a graphic designer.
This website is a window on my recent production, and in particular shows the illustration, the photography , the sculpture and the digital art...
all that I can do.
Someone says I am a dreamer because I can tell stories about the rescue of the human memory. I bear memories and part of history apparently divided one from other in my mind, so I am very keen on time stratifications, on material trasformation, wich bring out its essence till the disappearance of the universe.
And the fire changes into rocks, the wood into papers and the experience into works of art. Moreover being qualified to travel in time and in space make us rich of experiences which fill man with history and stories.
It is not only a rescue of traditions, but also a reconstruction of a hard won route wich gives space to the superficial aspect of things. That is the knowledge of those things, without economic or aesthetic value, which cross time, carrying history. These memories cross minds. They dig into souls who always belive not to be present in it. But a detail, "a fragment" is enough and history emerges again from the species DNA where there is the whole course. So, the travel begins again, or rather , the mind begins to wander in search of its own identity, own space. And this proves that the night is always the same for thousands of years; the corn, warmed by sun, breathes and dance under the moonlight for us, as well as it was been for our grandparents. The rust shows that time passes and keeps its strength. Signs in the wood describe history as well as annual rings into the stump, wrinkles on the face, the sand into the shoes. And if our hands are smooth and our feet rested, it's time to go and searching for time. Infact it left us, it didn't teach us the value of what we lost, searching time in order to learn how preserving it in our minds. Learning to keep together fragments of our spirit, without crushing someone else's space, and winning all space we really need. So, details recovered from the sea-bottom or on a top of a mountain change into a new experience, helping us to find out they were in our spirit before their discovery. As year go by, an idea grows and begin mature as well as these pieces of history well preserved by the sand emerge again to complete our route. This is the fascination of what we had lost, the rescue of a mosaic's pieces which don't reveal us their secret, but they should fill this puppet with tales, ideas, dreams again.

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