Leaf Quarterly. Artist feature: Claudio Marchetti

A child has been born, Leaf Quarterly. At Leaf we seek to shine a light on emerging new beautiful work being created within various realms of the art world. Just to give a small taste of whats to come, below is a video interview with multi-media artist Claudio Marchetti along with a sampling of his most recent work. Keep your ears and eyes open for the debut issue of Leaf Quarterly released in Fall of 2009.



image © 2009 Claudio Marchetti



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the flickering sun my unabashed lover
gone home for redemption
sanctuary in confession within a lone exhale
catharsis of sorts,
that has surfaced each negligent tendency

"it's how drowning people must feel
in the last few seconds,
when they finally stop fighting and sink
into the water's embrace"

words of ending
when in truth
I'm only concerned with
the want to begin

"the firmament is blue forever, and the Earth
will long stand firm and bloom in spring.
But man, how long will you live?"

each face stained with trails that
were drawn by each exasperating day
scrawled into thier features
sunken eyes from lost sleep
a wrinkled brow that speaks in a foreign tongue
telling of
the anxiousness and the inability to rest

my incessant rhythm of footsteps
on the shell of an egg that will long
withstand the building weight of out paces
yet my ineffective steps grow heavier

I am too scared to ask what caused
that empty distance in your gaze
it screams as an infant would

one to six in sequence
rhythm the most rewarding habit
the second hand once pushed forward
now counts down
challenging us to beat it to the punch
don't go wasting this time

too much time spent with a smile spent across my identity
negligent to the potential for prophecies in each breath

no one in this room knows either of our names
"fill my heart with song
let me sing forever more"

each piece adorned, aligned
watching a marionette in a blend of
tungsten filaments and flaming wicks
I am controlled by the same strings
dance left
the stakes haven't been raised
we've not been weaned

renaissance body intake my expectations
head lush with ideas
I'm helpless here
the young fawn under attack

the only way of differentiating things at this point
is that they happen on different days

Pete's Candy Store

home.

My dear friend Sean Risley

He also wrote this.

what is in a question?
if love indeed makes nails grow
look at me
i am peeling walnuts
with my everything.

I have a wonderful friend named Stavros

He was introduced to me by my wonderful friend named Jess.
He wrote this.

six seconds in dallas (cinepoetry of solitude)
stay out of this I said
remember last spring
you were so close
putting your finger in an fan

past friday night, you were breaking stuff for hours
trying to find the deodorant without even
checking behind the bathroom mirror

and that butcher you keep as a friend
watering the plastic plants in his white socks
doesn't he know we know that he beats his wife?

think of your next door neighbor playing with her
grandson in dead-end streets, i'm sure
you remember how that story ended

you are wrong buddy, stay out of this,
its none of your business
look at yourself, everything on you spells guilty.
even the way you tie your shoe-laces together
is like a criminal's.

go hide your maps in the bedroom and one day
one day you will make it son,
but for now keep your mouth shut
and put the bread in the fridge
before the ants eat it.