About Me. Rick Margiana

I live in Rome, in Umbria and where I can.

I am proud to be Italian, but I prefer the world.

I don’t beleive in any god. I’m atheist. I am not a member of any political party, I am a fan of nothing and no one, I don’t support any soccer team.

In my opinion Determinism is the most correct approach, it is the most logical reading, it is the
most evident reality but a few are willing to deny their free will, to accept that the illusion decides.

Defining myself atheist and determinist exposes to surprising arrogances.

If you explore new reflections you are ready to leave.

An artwork doesn’t have to be comprehended. If is art she will tries to make herself understood. Is she who establishes the dialogue, it is she who provokes.

Thinking, being, creating, loving. They are the most vital acts.

Living while trying to hide death is offensive to life.

Italian society will improve when the people ask the Pope why he dresses like that.

The intellectual job, is a dynamic movement that constantly rotates from Thesis to Antithesis to
Synthesis, and if it stops it fall in that stillness called ideology. Anyhow, Hegel already talked about
this.

Animals are the most beautiful thing on planet earth. Mammals can help us understanding many
things.

To dialogue with Felines, Dogs, Bears and Wolves and many more can be the most joyful thing .
Humans can define themselves evolved when they will be able to comprehend, love and respect
them.

A portrait is a stolen biography. I have never asked for permission, not even from myself.
I have always stolen. For love.
If a portrait doesn’t say anything, is a photo ID

Art is creation. Art is coming out. An artist is someone that better than others, talks to himself.
The term artist is necessary but I don’t love it, even if they have a different meaning I prefer that of
author, albeit of writer, painter, photographer or something else.

The best way to discover a place is to fall asleep upon arrival. The new smells, the new noises,
the new shadows, in sleep begin a story without words. Upon awakening, slowly, you discover
yourself as an inhabitant for a while.

Nothing is love like goodbye.

I must leave nothing to posterity. I’m just trying to live.

Art is a combination of depth and synthesis.
A little artwork can go deeper than 10,000 pages of nonfiction writing.
For example the artwork called “Soldiers” from Ungaretti, tells about life in nine words.
“Small” is related to its size, and not to its intellectual greatness, that it is obviously immense.

The shutter is a chopper that separates moment from time and makes it eternal.

If you add melancholy to research it becomes a journey.

To leave is a bit like dying. I need it for living.

A book is nice, even aesthetically, even more if its pages has lived-in pages.
Sometimes aesthetics paints moments, and to live means to notice them.

The beauty of a woman overflows immediately and without limits at any time.

What I see now, I won’t see anymore.

My favorite phrase? “No matter what the future brings as time goes by”.

Tourism is the apotheosis of ignorance. A deathly cancer that destroys cultures, stories and
people. The first metastasis is the stupid selfie showed by a tourist as a conquest.

The difference between tourism and a trip is essential.

I hate tourism. I appreciate a lot holidays. I live for traveling.

A dear friend, Giorgio Milanetti* said once: A real trip is like a lonely pilgrimage. It moves with a
small hand bag, with a firm step between life and death.

Years ago I was looking for the truth behind everything. The absolute truths do not exhist, and
maybe this is the only real truth.

Stefano Malatesta* went to visit Ella Maillart*. I was listening to this while having dinners together,
a long time ago. Then the book “Il cammello battriano*” has been published and have been
travelling to those lands for ages.

My trips have been more feelings. Short researches of far away residue.

Laying down in forbidden courtyards, walking into perplexed hours, having a cup of tea here and
there.

Viktor Sarianidi* offered me to walk alone among the excavations of Marguš*(Margiana), “before
the sun sets”.

I’ve never had a house. I have had homes, assembled and dismantled like yurts, loved and
abandoned like stories.

Perhaps awareness is achieved when we also appreciate contradictions.

When you are born your death begins. Everything else is free. Try to live if you can.

The beauty of the female face has always influenced my life. For me the rest is just a gateway, an
accessory. Isolated it wouldn’t make sense.

This obsession may delude me but I can’t help it.
Museums are morgues full of customers. They should be visited every now and then, perhaps
sparingly.
Technique and art. The small backpack and the passport. Lots of rooms and a pair of underwear.
Then over time the desire to understand is enough and you sublimate yourself in memories.
Stations and airports are the slaughterhouses of passion. Goodbyes are fixed there, often
indelible.
Emotion of things? The wind that lashes the sea at night. The last look. The remote borders.
The term artist is necessary but I don’t love it, even if they have a different meaning I prefer that of
author, albeit of writer, painter, photographer or something else.
The best way to discover a place is to fall asleep upon arrival. The new smells, the new noises,
the new shadows, in sleep begin a story without words. Upon awakening, slowly, you discover
yourself as an inhabitant for a while.
Nothing is love like goodbye.
Memories?
Towards Kurdistan. My deep sleep with the balcony open to a heavy rain, at the end of a
Himalayan journey. The route lost among the moving dunes of Adrar*. The Mompox orchestra*.
The elegant solitude of Tash Rabat*.
I must leave nothing to posterity. I’m just trying to live.
I suppose an intense life seems like just a moment in the last moment. A banal life will appear to
you in all its length.
The Warriors commit suicide in the splendor of consciousness, the others do not.
We are the illusion at the command of nature. With naivety and arrogance we overflow, destroying
and torturing, even our lives. After all, we were told that we are made in the image and likeness of
a certain God!
We will have sex with robots, we will be educated by artificial intelligences, we will be completely
manipulated and brutally used.
Over time we will cease to exist but we will remain convinced that we are alive.
A mobile phone will recharge us.