Annalisa Lazoi Gianni Zanni Joseph La Mela Daniele Brescia Francesco Romanelli Marco Vitale Alice Caracciolo Alex Withey Angela Caputo
A constant accumulation of memories
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2-3 Annalisa Lazoi / lazoi.annalisa@yahoo.it I have always been in love with this photo. It is my mother when she was young. The first time when I saw this photo I was 6 years old and I was at my Grandmother’s house. I found the photo in an old family album. My mother told me (and always used to tell me this story when we were both looking at it), when the photographer made this photo, he said that she was so beautiful that she should go to Rome and become an actress. I immediately thought that my mother was beautiful and I was very happy. 4-5 GIANNI ZANNI / gizeta19@libero.it “Jonio is not our sea it scares when it starts from Reggio Calabria Extremely dramatic city And original With a painful poverty Where on the lorry Passing through the streets Parallel to the sea You can see written “God help us” The sweetness The mildness, the brightness Of the villages on the coast In this way almost until Porto Salvo” Pier Paolo Pasolini The meeting, never so accidental, between P.P. Pasolini’s text of 1959, reported in “La lunga strada di sabbia” and my new relative’s photos which show some free time moments are dedicated to the discovery of the most popular Calabria’s places, has been the reason of this work. It has been easy to retrace the layout which Pasolini followed and found unchanged the landscapes which he described with virtuosity and awareness, better than my ability to catch some perspective of that landscape. 6-7 JOSEPH LA MELA / www.josephlamela.com / josephlamela@gmail.com I was 20 years old, when my friend Bino showed me this black and white picture... of a cat. I think to have had some cosmic relationship with it. This picture touched a secret part of my soul and sensibility. From this day, I started photographing ... in black and white 8-9 Daniele Brescia / www.daniele.brescia@hotmail.com “Mais qu’un bruit, une odeur, déjà entendu ou respirée jadis, le soient de nouveau, à la fois dans le présent et dans le passé, réels sans être actuels, idéaux sans être abstraits, aussitôt l’essence permanente et habituellement cachée des choses se trouve libérée et notre vrai moi, qui, parfois depuis longtemps, semblait mort, mais ne l’était pas entièrement, s’éveille, s’anime en recevant la céleste nourriture qui lui est apportée. Une minute affranchie de l’ordre du temps a recréé en nous pour la sentir l’homme affranchi de l’ordre du temps”. (“A la Recherche du Temps perdu” Marcel Proust)
10-11 Francesco Romanelli / francescoromanelli.com / francescoromanellivisualartist@gmail.com “The river smooths the world, removes solid things and drags her away. For him, our days are no more than pollen of poplar. People matter to be smart, have talent. At the river just continuity.” William Least Heat -Moon 12-13 Marco Vitale / www.bouganne.tumblr.com / marcovitale92br@gmail.com “I wouldn’t have seen, but only felt it, in the distance: the evil. To stand off, to keep that double bond of the true things, with nature. No artificiality, but only with Her, my brother and me. At the God’s age, when he was our father and Humanity was our mother, everything was full of love, and we didn’t realize, and out of the World, it was screaming. But the closed door, the light on… the good life, the really beautiful one… it kept closed, at home.” 14-15 Alice Caracciolo / www.cargocollective.com/alicecaracciolo / alicecaracciolo@aol.com I do remember those past summers, years and years ago, when my grandfather woke me up early in the morning to go with him to the countryside, just to pick some watermelons up. Often, the seeds did not give their fruits and, so he went to the market, bought some watermelons and put them on the ground, in order not to disappoint me. I always was so much excited to share those moments with him that I had never noticed how deep that gesture was: he deeply wanted to make me happy. Today, when I think of that moment, like an image, like a picture, I feel so much excited, because it still has the power to bring back all those memories when I lived with my grandparents and that will remain with the same intensity of the past, in my mind, in my heart, as a clear recall of my lovely childhood. 16-17 Alex Withey / www.alexwithey.com / alexwithey@gmx.com All the forms of auxiliary apparatus which we have invented for the improvement or intensification of our sensory functions are built on the same model as the sense organs themselves or portions of them: for instance, spectacles, photographic cameras, ear-trumpets. Measured by this standard, devices to aid our memory seem particularly imperfect, since our mental apparatus accomplishes precisely what they cannot: it has an unlimited receptive capacity for new perceptions and nevertheless lays down permanent-even though not unalterable-memory-traces of them. 18-19 Angela Caputo / www.angelacaputolezzi.tumblr.com / angelacaputo1881@gmail.com “There is only one possible trip: what we do in our interior world. I do not think you can travel more on our planet. Just as I don’t think you can travel back. The man can’t ever go back to the same point from which he started, because, in the meantime, he was changed. From oneself one can’t escape. ... “ I owe everything to this poem by Andrei Tarkovsky I owe it everything to the poets...
The book “A constant accumulation of memories” created during workshop curated by Julia Borissova www. juliaborissova.ru organized as part of Bitume Potofest www.bitumephotofest.org the cultural association Positivo Diretto
© Photos, texts Alice Caracciolo, Alex Whitey, Annalisa Lazoi, Angela Caputo, Daniele Brescia, Francesco Romanelli, Gianni Zanni, Joseph La Mela, Marco Vitale © edited by Julia Borissova, 2014