Tuesday, January 27, 2009


Camille said...


When I was a kid my parents were friends of Icilio and he was a sort of surrogate grandfather to me (I called him my nonno).

Every now and then I get sentimental and start reminiscing about hanging out with him, wandering through his chaotic house, being encouraged to draw with his pens, his cooking, being crushed by his hugs.

So, when I do that I come to your blog and remember, and see another perspective of who he was as well.

Thank you for writing about him, and if you ever feel the urge to write more know there's someone out there eager to read. I know first hand how this kind of work can border on thankless, my Honours dissertation at uni was on a pioneering and largely ignored Australian sound artist (Jack Ellitt), I got good marks for it and a couple of people who knew him were pleased but that's about as far as interest in the project went. Nature of the beast I guess.

Anyway, great work. It's good to know there's people out there who care about Icilio's legacy, and I love learning about who he was to others.


James said...

Hi Camille,

It's been a long time since I looked at this blog, so apologies - I wonder if you'll see this comment...the project has been on the 'back burner' for too long, and discovering your message has given me a friendly jolt! So thank you. Would love to hear any stories you have to tell about Icilio. If you see this, my email: starfugue@gmail.com
Do you know Serge and Judy, by the way?