_selection: Rudeboy Jaco _words: Luca Matarazzo I had to move as soon as time allowed. It was an alienating, surreal, science fiction film situation. In this lysergic climate, Luca Mata's Composition Books, the first true King Koala production, took shape. During the tough lockdown of 2020, in Milan, I spent the last few days in my old home completely alone. By arranging my vinyl collection, I came up with a form of musical tribute (eucalyptus). Toughest sound, 100% vinyl.
Luca Mata's Composition Books just finished to be settle. While we persuade the printer to not go on vacation, we have made available the press kit of Luca's work. As a starter. Before it is ready and selected by a few bookstores around Italy. I mean, it's 300 copies. Sexy, don't you think?
We went to the first printing session of Luca Mata's Composition Books. The test prints went well and the composition is being enriched with new precious material. How nice, we got very excited. And that motherfucker of Matarazzo is out of control. Take advantage of the preorder now. If you are in Italy, the shipping costs are free, because you are cool.
Demoni e dee, amori e scopate,
poesia della violenza.
La sua lotta è una tempesta calma che si infrange sulle pagine dei suoi quaderni, tra pulsioni, passioni ricordi di un passato violento e di un presente che esplode nel suo istante, raccolto da una foto, incarnato nella colla e nella pagina di una memoria, legato insieme con punti di sutura. Demoni e dee, amori e scopate, poesia della violenza.
“It will be a box, limited edition, the five notebooks all together. We’ll be out soon and you can keep an eye on the preorder on the site www.kingkoala.it “, Mata says at the end, smiling as she takes a break from her photo tied up by hand, like a samurai who has stopped being a warrior, for make bonsai. Like a koala with eucalyptus.
The paradox is the technique, as Sun Tsu said, and Luca Mata writes about his art of artistic war, in a pure and intimate way. He lives chasing a balance, has an Hagakure in himself who forced him past the mere photography, and pushed him to paste, impress, sew and print the chaotic world of his imagination, that blends in with reality as it if was a vivid dream. An artistic drift that develops in five colors, five concepts, five emotions that are clean but yet chaotic. A fight, a battle that smells of tobacco and debris of emotions, Luca Mata, like Miyamoto Musashi, writes his diary, takes notes, perfects them and binds together his “five rings”.
The clouds look like big wasps, wasps that travel slowly, thanks wasps, thanks to you stupid black dog too.
Tarragon makes me spit flames. It pollutes nightmares of dogs with camel-colored fur. They speak to me in a strange language that I understand, bad omens, I have no memory of them. Burning intimidation.