wandering angles of seeing

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“WANDERING” GATHERS AND CONVEYS THE WAY OF WALKING THROUGH IN APPROACHING TO PHOTOGRAPHY WHICH IS INTIMATELY INVOLVED WITH PEOPLE’S LIVES, AND IS CLEARLY EXPRESSING A SPIRITUAL DIMENSION. JUST ONE STEP BEYOND EVERYDAY LIFE; ... IT SOUNDS A BIT LIKE CARTOON CHARACTER PERFORMING IN A MOVIE TOGETHER WITH REAL ACTORS. I REALIZE THAT MANY WORTHWHILE SUBJECTS ARE EVEN IN MY IMMEDIATE VICINITY.

 
It’s to me the never boring travel in the life. I find out in this journey human being is various in cultures but basically the same in its nature. I like to propose topical issues, bearer of classic timeless significance, catching the epic in everyday life. Great to figure out that usual things usually change its name to look something else, those ones unusual don’t have to; they raise eyebrows without needing to be labeled. That’s to say in order to amuse, in a turnaround, having fun. I’d like to do that revealing the insignificant rather than criticize fundamentals. That’s to me contemporary and looking forward. I do that in a narrative tone having more of pictorial echo than reportage. Any ethics matches with an aesthetics, any aesthetics deals with sensitivity, any perception of life finds its own means of expression. I choose to look at it this way:
 
 

COME TO LIGHT TERRITORIES: A JOURNEY AROUND PEOPLE ... AND WATERS

come to light territories: a journey around people ... and waters


 
 

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hen I met these places, Ferrara, Comacchio, Lidi ferraresi, Chioggia in the summertime of 1989, ever since then I was left wondering how displayed their strange and unusual beauty, somewhat diminishing beauty hidden by an undeniable dynamic energy. Everything in these lands is telling about migrations. This happens since Romans settled down in these territories removed from waters to throw open to East. Every day now, big trucks are running on the

same “Romea”, route 309, from Ravenna to Venice area. Here people day by day are moving from Chioggia, Caroman, Pellestrina, Malamocco, to Venice, getting in the boat and rushing through the lagoon to go working as like as we take the bus. Everything here is day by day going on as usual, … it seems as if it was frozen in time indeed. That continuous moving looks like a river stopped by dams; as just born little trickles, people are slipping into several parts of villages to reach their destinations. This phenomenal landscape is struck by a magical light never such a beautiful looked in usual sceneries; this soul gets a fil rouge among persons and things bringing them in relationship.

Here boundaries among lands and waters, by people made never definitely marked, are subject to a neverending migration. As of late “migration” is word with more and more dramatic sense for more and more trouble situations for other people out there in the world; it sounds like something epic, … I was seeing persons here covering waters and lands with their joys and sorrows, hopes, usual troubles, like playing characters through passing centuries of history.