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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:
 
 

WIND TALKERS: WHERE IMAGINATION AND REALITY MELT INTO

wind talkers: where imagination and reality melt into


 
 

the
growing
up living
tree
 

 

INTO THE JUNGLE

To reach the hotel it is needed to pass through one of the biggest tourist attraction, flying over Canal Grande. A multitude of voices is cheerful on the bridge; people without any purpose, no one except to be characters in this tale.

THE WISHING TREE

Once the sun sets, windows has being suddenly opened to let fresh air in, a breath is starting to move on. This is a popular and not so touristy district in Venice near the University housing area; together with "Celestia" door, these places can take you into fantastic worlds in this town.

 

WONDERLAND

They are only shadows, shapes and lines; but under this light there is a plenty of wonders. Reaching the ferry-boat stop, I came across this street, a road shortly leading to secret gardens. A borderline that it’s given to trespass.

FLOWER BLOOMING

The patina of time makes things getting old like the building facade in the background, but then covers his trails and gives back the works of nature; a young tree in Saint Elena isle, is coming up from unusual veil; displayed like a growing up flower.

THE BIRDS

Alfred Hitchcock, 1963

ROSE TREE

“A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said 'I've a pretty rose tree,'
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.”

“MY PRETTY ROSE TREE” by William Blake

 

THE GOLDEN FLEECE

“... At night to two crept into the wood where the golden fleece hung, shining like a cloud lit by the rising Sun. Medea bewitched the serpent so that it slept while Jason snatched the fleece. The fleece was as large as the hide of a young cow, and when Jason slung it over his shoulder it reached his feet. The ground shone from its glittering golden wool as Jason and Medea escaped with it. ...”

“ARGONAUTICA, III” by Apollonius of Rhodes

 

EDEN GARDEN

In the silence of early afternoon I was walking into this strange beauty, and a noticeable harmony was having been growing up from an apparent chaos. Only the water falling from a little fountain in this childhood park was noticed.

 

NIGHT HEART

Springtime in Turin is spending her early moments ... This evening, a magnetic tree instead of casting shadows on the walls, is sheding light where there is darkness. Everyday life of a popular city block is going to get acquainted with incoming night experience.

 
 
 

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e’re usually led to believe that mixing fact and fantasy should be avoided at all costs. That is not always true, even in the realm of history. On contrary, we can say for sure that doing the deed applying the fantasy can be a success. Do you remember “windtalkers” in the Fourthies? ... But this is another story; that’s history, and this pictures series doesn’t tell about it. Names have a certain fascination, a sort of mystery in their essence; they may prove to deal with what we "are" as like as surnames with what we "have", so to speak. To cut a long story short, among belongings of this world as well as to flags, trees too represent an awesome figurative example of “wind talkers”. Short imaginary stories made of sketches, telling about the trees that make living a weird and awesome world. ... Like words, it speaks a language I like to hearing from. The “growing up living tree” writings you find below are imagined, pictured pictures that will become photos somewhen; sure not willingly descriptions. They are structure as like as bass and drums in music compositions, or shitahusa in Bonsai art. So they act as accompaniment; in my view, photography doesn’t describe but rather expresses, possibly representing.