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:
 
 

HORTUS CONCLUSUS: MACROCOSM IN A MICROCOSM

hortus conclusus: macrocosm in a microcosm


 
 

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re we really able to say what’s beauty? Sure Alfa Romeo Disco Volante and Hasselblad X1D are beautiful products. Watching the smoke twists matching with birdseye grain of a briar Dunhill pipe, probably could be considered beautiful. It is much more likely to define what is beautiful rather than what is beauty. Above all, however, we should not forget that “beautiful” is frequently confused with “what we like”, as reported in the common saying: "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder". Bentley and Rolls-Royce are undoubtedly beautiful, this is an objective fact; on contrary, what I like could be what you don’t like. This is the reason why not all rich people are buying Rolls ... Great people the Greeks! In arts they expressed criterion of beauty; but first in philosophy they defined it as well. And in an unparalleled way. Beauty it’s an ultimate aim to strive for, it is an idea; and in itself, out of reach. ... Some people are drawn to consider beauty as an idol more than they could be interested to look for it, to becoming better and better, as an idea to aim to, but that’s another story. When I was born I jumped into a world already set by the others. I was and am part of this

continuously working progress construction, this is a fact; aside from the fact that I’m inclined to think that this construction has behind a project driving from, whatever chaos, irrational determinism, higher mastermind it is. Why if not for this, we are consciously or not attracted by trying to figure out as much as possible about hidden side of things? There are trees on the ground as many as underground, their roots; islands are peaks of the mountains underwater. We are driven to find, to become aware that we are part of this construction and have built-in the project of this beauty. We are microcosm in macrocosm as well as we have the macrocosm in our microcosm. In a nutshell, we carry on the seed of the beauty, for this reason we are disposed, conscious people of that, to looking for beauty in everything; ... sweet disposition! “hortus conclusus” and the “zen garden” are clear examples of that. They are human constructions designed by project, coming from different cultures but speaking the same language, in placing elements to express the cosmic harmony. Humankind attempts to explain with cosmogony the order of things; then we find out in Greek culture that lifetime is a cyclic path, the infinite icon harmoniously symbolize that. As well as Egyptians depicted the same concept with a scarab, cause this animal is used to rolling dung balls in continuous cycles. “Nothing is created, nothing is destroyed, everything is transformed”, in the words of Heraclitus and after ages of Lavoisier. All of that is an expression of the beauty, and as part of this great transformation we are given to marvel at such a beauty it is. When I was 4 I remember me playing in the kindergarten courtyard, waiting for grandfather coming to pick me up for the way back home.

That light-well was surrounded by brick walls looking so high to me that I was being pushed to looking skywards and planes passing through. Anyway, “my” hortus is for sure the little garden of my parents rental home for summertime sea holidays when I was child, I will have realized this when I grown up. Is still fresh in memory the intense scent of the blossomed butterbush hedges overrun by bees, and more when I used to imagine me and friends of mine playing Salgari’s adventures in the garden pretending it was a jungle as like as the seashore, the sand of Mompracem and two paddle-boats stacked over each other, the praho of Sandokan. ... My uncle sailorman while was telling me about universe looking at the deep black windy sky full of stars; the stories of my grandfathers on planes and grandmother about so many troubles during the WWII; the full colored tales of my father’s friend about Africa, he was many times in tour in that land for working. ... That garden, a stage plenty of characters, dressed up as an eden garden, when my very first little Dutch girlfriend for some summertimes gave me a kiss. I don’t remember the name but her little freckles face, blonde haired and a red bathing suit are stills in mind. All that is the beauty for me; ... and to me it is undoubtedly beautiful enough.