Early Blue «The sun had not yet risen. The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it. Gradually as the sky whitened a dark line lay on the horizon dividing the sea from the sky and the grey cloth became barred with thick strokes moving, one after another, beneath the surface, following each other, pursuing each other, perpetually» [...] The Waves  by Virginia Woolf

This research is born from a reflection which in turn is the fruit of a necessity: to re-establish a deep connection with the places in which we live. If you look at anything for a long time and repeatedly, it will reveal aspects that a quick glance is not able to grasp. Maintaining the same pattern every day helps create a uniform space where it becomes easier to welcome differences; it’s a concept that always applies, from the sea to the mountains, from the wall in front of the house to a cherry tree. However, if we focus our attention on environments that are little, or not at all, man-made, we will find fewer distractions and it will be possible to still feel all the strength that the world around us has. To release this energy sometimes we need a deception or something that can get us out of the daily dynamics; it takes a ritual, with a deliberate space and time dedicated to it. Therefore, more or less every morning, for five months in a row, I went to the same place facing the sea, and waited for that moment when night allows a glimpse of light to get through. The rule was to save one photo each day, but every rule has its exceptions. The use of ritual practice is found in all primitive populations. Since its origins, our species has felt the need to be connected with something greater than ourselves and thus pass from a contingent time to an absolute one. It’s the passage from history to myth, from the time of detail to the universal one. The titles of the images (date, time, and the angle of the sun based on the line of the horizon) refer to the time we know; it represents our time only because we are able to measure it. On the other hand, the time of the myth, can’t be measured and it often shows unusual things: in this case, all that remains in front of us is that which we are able to see, but within the frame, there’s also the time of the origins and the time we are moving towards. Therefore, the horizon’s like line doesn’t divide the image in half, there’s a little more sea than sky. Our ambitions aim high, but our world remains the one beneath; knowing how to swim - and not to fly - is a worthy reminder. I’ve been connected with this specific stretch of sea for more than 40 years, yet it seems to be the first time when I can really see all its beauty. He who hesitates is lost (goes the saying), but getting lost is an essential requirement for finding yourself again. There is a moment, between when we get lost and when we rediscover our bearings when our mind settles and gains awareness. When we are aware, we begin to relate to our surroundings and see things that we would have never seen otherwise. I wondered if the increasing inability to carefully observe the surroundings is just one of my characteristics or if it’s also linked to the times that we are experiencing. Our society is now transitioning from the age of speed to that of ubiquity; the first was mechanical, the second represents technology, but both affect the experience we have of space: moving fast from one place to another, trying to be present in several places at the same time. To establish a relationship with the environment where I live, I need to counteract this phenomenon by putting into practice a unique ability: that of just being. I’m good as I am. Instead of like in a poker game, where it makes sense to change the cards, the world just needs to be looked at more intensely to bring out all its beauty. Anthropologist Ernesto de Martino originated the term ‘territorial anxiety’ to express not only the suffering of those who were taken away from their land, but also the inability of people to settle in, to connect to a place. Since the 50s this inability has spread evermore, but it isn’t the people who must change, but the places. Michel Foucault later explained that it represents the ‘device,’ or the ability of everything to carry its own means of use imprinted in it, along with its own ideological outline. The spaces we inhabit have gone from being witnesses of a mythical archetype, therefore connected with eternity, to represent a space that will certainly be modified in just a short time, symbolizing the ephemeral. Instead, those who stop in front of the sea, know that the depth of what they see reflects the depth of the universe.

 «I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall— what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: "Excuse me, I have work to do".» - I Go Down To The Shore by Mary Oliver