What do we leave behind us after our passage? Everything remains the same, although a continuous evolution. The landscapes, the houses, the streets are always in the same place, even if occasionally it feels like we glimpse some spaces that look to be crossed by a momentary permutation.
The motion helps the discovery of traces made of an invisible routine, an idealistic one. A thin line linking the moment and the event to each other. Where is the swing? Momentary traces, indefinable notes of an unknown crossing, but present.
These pictures shot through the window, behind a glass full of rain and dust, tell a permutation imposed by the passage, a swing barely perceivable and only visible once ended, so we recognize ourselves in the picture on the other side of the glass, a permutated scenario.
“From one part to the other, the city seems to continue, in perspective, multiplying its repertory of images: but instead it has no thickness, it consists only of a face and an obverse, like a sheet of paper, with a figure on either side, which can neither be separated nor look at each other” (Italo Calvino, La mutazione).
A picture inside a picture, a story in the story, another presence. This 471 km train ride depicts the distance between me, between the place in which I feel I should live and the place where I must live.
photographic exhibit of pictures 50 x 70 cm