Dimmi
Amore
Dimmi Amore
2021 -
Letterpress prints, performance, video, installation
Tell me that everyone will strive to be their truest self, while also knowing that they can continue to grow into the person they wish to become. We will learn to see challenges as opportunities to learn and grow.
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Tell me that we will hear each other out, whether we agree or disagree. We will try to understand each other’s behavior and actions—even if we find them frustrating. We will let go of anger and hate. We will not force our opinions on others or try to prove that we are right. We will understand that we all live in different realities, even though we share the same earth. There will be no more war. We will earn each other’s trust.
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Tell me that everyone will be treated equally, no matter their gender, sexuality, or race. We will support each other as we work through past traumas.
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Tell me that there will be no gossip or attempts to shape the lives of others. We will treat others as we wish to be treated. We will strengthen our own minds and share knowledge, rather than turning to gossip as the only form of sociality.
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Tell me that we will strive to help another person every day. We will reach out a hand to those on the margins. We will listen to the elderly and the young. We will understand that every person has a story
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Tell me that, collectively, we will have the power to change the world for the better. There will be no more centralized control, only communities collaborating
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Tell me that we will follow the ideas that excite us and embark upon career paths that we love. We will reclaim the word “work,” which will no longer signify a burden or labor, but something that we are excited to do. We will understand that not following our passions can be dangerous
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Tell me about a world in which parents understand how their actions shape their child’s life. Tell me that, in the most formative years, they take care of their little ones, hold them close, let them know they are surrounded by love. Tell me that those parents apologize to their children when they make mistakes, that they recognize their fallibility and let their child know that errors are opportunities for growth
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Tell me that we can expand the concept of family beyond the bonds of blood. How can a community enter the life of and help raise a child
Tell me that every rooftop will be a sanctuary for birds and gardens. Tell me that every abandoned lot will become a place for communities to grow their vegetables and, in doing so, will understand the labor that feeds our society. Tell me that every structure we build will become part of a thriving ecosystem
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Tell me that we will learn together about where food comes from, how it affects our bodies and the earth. Tell me how the different plants take from and give to the soil. Tell me how the animals grow, how they nurture their young, and how their death helps us to provide for ours. Fruits and vegetables come from the earth. Meat comes from bodies. No more disconnect between the farming of animals and plants and the food we see on our plates. No more processed food. We will eat seasonally and locally. We will use as much of the animal or vegetable as we can
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Tell me that there will no longer be any waste. All homes will be furnished with reusable containers and natural products. Stores will all be package free and will no longer offer plastic bags. All neighborhoods will compost. We will build a circular economy
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Tell me that everyone will have access to clean and safe drinking water
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Tell me that medicine will embrace science, ancient wisdom, and natural remedies. We will protect our bodies from the damaging side effects of pharmaceutical drugs
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Tell me that we will meditate together and recognize the power of consciousness. We will practice kindness, unity, and peace with each other and ourselves. We will see the interconnection of all things. We will understand that we have everything we need. We will have faith in the universe and accept its gifts and challenges. We will know that reality is more than what we see, hear, and touch
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Tell me that there will be no lack. There will be no pain. We will not fear. We will be safe
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Tell me that we will love living in this world, that we will wake into each day with gratitude. We will not dream of a future life in a future world, but rather will reinvest in preserving the earth that gave shape to us.
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Tell me that everyday life will be infused with art and poetry. Art will be accessible to all because it will be everywhere.
Dis-Moi, Mon AmourPerformance walk: Place Concorde to Louvre
Paris, 2025
Duration: 1hr 58 minutes
The poster series presents Dimmi, Amore as a visual rhythm.
Printed repeatedly in varying fonts, scales, and arrangements, the phrase accumulates across the page — sometimes structured and minimal, sometimes dense and almost feverish. The compositions recall urban flyers, protest posters, or fragments of love letters left behind.
Each iteration resists fixity. The printers are given a degree of autonomy in selecting typography and layout, allowing the work to exist as a dialogue rather than a fixed design. The result is a living system of variations, where repetition does not flatten meaning, but intensifies it.
The series extends across languages, translating the phrase globally while retaining its emotional core — positioning intimacy as a shared, cross-cultural condition.
Produced in collaboration with artisans — including the Veneto-based letterpress atelier Tipoteca and handmade paper workshops in Italy — each piece carries both material and human imprint. The act of production itself becomes part of the work: a shared authorship between artist, printer, and material.
Dimmi, Amore — Performance (Are You Listening to Me?)
In this performance, printed Dimmi, Amore posters are systematically torn, bent, and fragmented by the artist. What begins as a clear and repeated message — “tell me, my love” — is interrupted, distorted, and physically broken.
The act is simple, almost mundane, yet loaded: a gesture of frustration, of urgency, of not being heard.
As the posters accumulate on the floor, the audience is invited to approach and take one. Not the intact print, but the damaged one — folded, ripped, altered. Each person leaves with a fragment of the message, carrying it away in an incomplete state.
The work asks a quiet but persistent question:
What happens to language when it is not received?
Repetition, once a form of care or insistence, becomes noise. The phrase loses coherence, yet gains another kind of meaning through its rupture. Communication shifts from clarity to trace.
The audience becomes part of this exchange. To pick up a fragment is to acknowledge the broken transmission — to hold something that was once directed outward, but never fully answered.
The performance stages a tension between speaking and listening, offering and receiving. It suggests that being heard is not guaranteed by repetition, and that meaning often survives only in fragments.
What remains is not resolution, but a gesture:
a question passed from one body to another.
Are you listening to me?
Two aluminum chairs, elevated to an unusual height and angled toward one another, suggest the trace of a conversation — present, yet unresolved. Surrounding them, torn or dispersed posters accumulate across the space.
The installation holds a tension between presence and absence, between the desire to speak and the difficulty of being heard. The precarious scale of the chairs introduces a subtle instability, while their orientation maintains the possibility of encounter.
Rather than closure, the work offers an opening: a space where dialogue remains possible.