The Tale of the Solo Creator and the Accademia’s Call
Hark, ye souls, to a tale most grand,
Of a lone creator in a learned land.
For Accademia di Comunicazione, fair and wise,
Did issue a call to craft and devise.
A noble quest, a challenge untamed,
To weave a vision that rightly proclaimed
The glory and depth of their graphic art,
In a moving tale that would stir the heart.
Alone he stood, with no ally near,
With tools of craft and a mind most clear.
From thought’s first spark to vision’s light,
He bore the burden, both day and night.
“Let boldness reign and ideas ignite,
A union of wonder and wisdom’s sight.
For students yet untried, let this tale unfold,
In shapes both daring and hues of gold.”
He summoned the spirits of old and new,
Tradition’s lore and modern view.
With letters bold and movements grand,
He forged a dance of art by hand.
Static forms did wake and flow,
In vibrant waves and gentle glow.
Each frame a jewel, a crafted line,
A mirror of teachings most divine.
Thus, the work grew, a masterpiece rare,
A tapestry wrought with utmost care.
And when it was done, the halls did ring,
With praise for the tale and the joy it did bring.
The course it honored, with splendor bright,
A beacon for those who sought design’s light.
And so the lone creator, with skill unmatched,
Did craft a legacy, his spirit attached.
Oh, bards and scribes, let this story resound,
Of the knight of craft, whose vision profound,
Brought life to learning, and hearts did inspire,
A tale of passion, of art’s pure fire.
