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Giorgina B. Piccoli, Davide Giuva, David Ruff, Paolo Genovese, Massimo Apicella, Nadia Kuprina, Susan Finnel, Four seasons for reflecting: Winter. Touch, Nephrology Dialysis Transplantation, Volume 31, Issue 12, 9 December 2016, Pages 2019–2022, https://doi.org/10.1093/ndt/gfw275
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LEAVE-TAKING (I)
Giorgina B Piccoli
Davide Giuva

Nadia Kuprina photographed these angels in Stockholm, on the occasion of the preparation of the film ‘Portraits of Pioneers’, dedicated to the pioneers of European Nephrology.
ARTISTS AT HEARTH DON'T DIE
We did not go to his funeral, Davide and I. You do not go to the funeral of the living ones. Artists don't die.
Not for his age is he winter. He is winter for the snow.

The Fibonacci series falls from a dark cloud; all over, in our lives, there is mystery. Before vascular disease made it impossible for Davide to draw, he progressively reduced the size of his sculptures and drawings; however, he never stopped thinking in visual images. We had started the ‘Four Seasons project’ together, a couple of years before, when he started saying ‘I will not die, one day I will evaporate’. This issue is not dedicated to his memory. It is dedicated to his life. (Davide Giuva left us in January 2016, after over 30 years of hemodialysis.)
ARTISTS AT HEARTH KEEP SMILING
SMILES IN HAIKU FORM
Massimo Apicella


A prayer-cloud over the hospital garden, flying towards the Valle di Susa.
ARTISTS AT HEARTH KEEP WRITING

Winter circus. Almost an angel, this flower acrobat by David Ruff.

Cycling in the air. Life needs lightness. This angel butterfly was surprised in Amsterdam.
ARTISTS AT HEARTH KEEP PAINTING
I'm wordless since Paolo and Davide left us. They left together, Paolo challenged by cancer and Davide consumed by long-term dialysis, great friends through it all. They were aware of their time running out, and as wise men they mastered it, leaving us in the space of a butterfly's life. As Buddhists do, they felt the presence of other worlds and lives. Paolo used to say that it was me, the painter of the angels, but I keep seeing them see them all over in his skies.
A LAST SMILE IN HAIKU FORM

David Ruff, on the first pages of his last book, V as in Geese.
LEAVE TAKING (II)
What is life without a bit of nonsense? What is life without a perplexed smile? What is life without unexpected beauty?
Let's leave wishing you the best, for this new-year, for every new day and for every expected or unexpected moment of enchantment.
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