Leaves gather the light, allowing the plant to breathe and grow through photosynthesis. Just like them, I gather lights too, transforming them into frames. I collect images of life from around the world—not only within the rugged borders of this island, but in the hidden emotions beneath the surface, among the seaweed in the depths of the abyss.
These three photographs hold the essence of my life. They mark the rhythms of the habits and constraints we are bound to, accustomed to, and addicted to. Bent and crushed by the shadows of production, chasing unreachable goals, we let our time slip away. ‘Rem tu, te esse’ is the motto that imprisons us. Inside, it rains every single day; slowly, we are consumed, and the bars begin to corrode. Then comes a moment when endurance ends, and the metal wires finally snap. From that point on, we emerge from the shadows that weigh us down. Exactly when this happens, no one can say.
Thorns defend the rosebuds, which will bloom when the time is right.
These are the photographs taken during the exercise ‘A Photo in the Style of Martin Parr,’ mentioned in the article Echoes of Martin Parr?. The first two images capture the area in front of the Leaning Tower of Pisa with today’s tourists, shot to create a contrast with the tourism of thirty-six years ago.
The other photographs, however, focus on the Baptistery of St. John. The warm light on that cold mid-January day made everything feel magical and ethereal; I simply couldn’t help myself.
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