When I designed the logo I wanted to say something about my words, about my Art. I wanted to share its identity, mention what inspired it, and tell you where it is going. I painted more than thirty versions of it before I ended up with the logo you see here. I drew it by hand using a coloured pencil. I am just an amateur painter and I rarely draw so I knew that it wouldn’t have been perfect. Yet I believed that it had to have a human feel, a natural touch. I wanted it to be slightly imperfect, we already have enough perfect things out there. It had to be a careful sketch. It had to be spontaneous improvised, imperfect. In a word, human.
The logo has three meanings:
The Logo is a feather. The feather symbolizes the origin and direction of my art. It symbolizes the lightness that we experience when we let go of greed, violence and despair and embrace peace, gratitude and hope. The poems embrace the inevitable, they invite us to let go of what we can’t capture, of what our greed forces us to chase uselessly and finally find peace. The feather is an invitation to rise above conflict and stress and greed to reach that uplifting feeling of freedom that we experience when we let go of what will never truly be ours. The feather is also a tribute to my two favourite writers, Donna Tartt, and her Pulitzer prize winning novel “The Goldfinch” and the nobel prize winning Toni Morrison who wrote “Song of Solomon” that taught the world that (I quote her) “If you surrender to the air you can ride it.” Their novels inspired my writing and gave me that beauty and that hope that I craved.
The logo is an L. The L stands for the initial of my name and for the silent theme of my poems which is Love. Although often it is not named, love is a recurrent theme in the poetry collection and fortifies its narrative. As stated in the bio Love and Hope are the main drivers of my imagination and they inspire my narrative, daily.
The logo is a leaf. Literature is an immense tree and I feel privileged to have been able to contribute by adding a small leaf. Literature lives. It is a vital miracle, it grows and stretches itself, beyond social boundaries. I will never stop climbing the everlasting oak, the precious tree, of literature, branch after branch, book after book. I hope my poems will inspire you to climb higher.
