As is true of many others long before me, I first encountered David Medalla (1942–2020) through the pages of the
Signals newsbulletin (1964–66), of which he was editor. The context was a graduate seminar on the work of Lygia Clark, and one of Medalla’s folded duo-chrome broadsheets taught us more than any available book. This particular issue, devoted to Clark, combined images representing 15 years of her work with the first English translations of both her statements and writings by Mário Pedrosa, a poem by Walmir Ayala, and an excerpt from Gaston Bachelard’s ‘L’Intuition de l’instant’. On the back page is Medalla’s ‘Found-Poem for Takis’, one of several works of visual poetry within