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Ludovico Poggioli, Petits tirages

I’m a small man with small dreams, I love my little girl, my little boy, my little dogs: so it feels natural to me to do small prints, items giving me back the extent of my humanity, fitting into the hand, items that you can look just keeping them close to you, that you can hold in your hands without fear.
Small trees keeping me company when humans are too urgent (oppure came to close), when the cement darkens the sky, small dreams without expectations existing in a small notebook to be opened when you’re looking for peace, conceived in the mist, born under a red light, loved under the light.
Ludovico Poggioli