Through the longest path
I could have quote_________________________
but what is or who is apart always
tied to me. Saturn will know better
what loneliness ran over in time;
lonely people
whose words cannot be found/
electrified mercenaries by its existence waiting for the next one/
extremists and romantics of all kinds/
people turned back by thinking forward
exalted apparent of everything
with the world restrained e going close to the traffic light
with a closed window
with a frown
with a nervous laughter
with a cutting silence
with the abyss in the middle of the blown bridge between_
the ones apart can be found everywhere;
they exist experimenting reality
without fear, testing or being tested by
the repetition oracle
labeling is a conformist work, some say
cutting by the dots,
decorating the past
but going back,
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because nothing is in fact apart;
everyone waits only for more attention
until is seen and included
loved and known
awaited and understood
Since ever, my photographic work always reflected a deep need to bring to light what belongs to shadow. The intrinsic duality of being human demands a constant empathy exercise, which is not always possible; we are all born with anchors and seas which most of the time don’t belong to us. They travel in companies which we can identify by habits and not by connection.
We learn to love and hate in equal terms, thus, I believe it’s of vital importance to identify each one by its core and not by any referential.
Throughout this 14 years of photographic work, 5 were taken by 2 projects whose subjects reflect the connection with the other through the journey, empathy and spirituality, which either we find in the path with our own shadow, or in the shadow of others. If in the first book «With the Absolute Heart of the Poem of Life» I wanted to dig one hidden dimension of the Beat Generation poets, whose lives find meaning in the communion and transcendence, the seconds went further deep approaching as a starting point the 8 house in the astral spectrum.
Divination; one subject as taboo as a group of teenagers drifting through one conservative America (choked but always multiple), but which reaches new deepnesses through the way our unconscious, sexuality, regeneration ability and death are portrayed. Bodies are vehicles of stories difficult to be told, blocked desires, unshared fears, changes which through time and space surgically operate and make us as we are. In fact, when exposing them, I exposed myself like I was starting a talk. That I wanted to continue, because I started to photograph to share and thank those who in loneliness understood that the world only took a bit longer to get to them. That it didn’t run to their direction, in the right measure.
Afterall, nothing exaggerated or excluded lasts more than an unfolding existence.
