The astonishment of a photographer who suddenly
finds himself observed
interrogated by brazen spaces and settings, surprising and mocking.
"In that silent landscape, under that pastel washed sky, every small detail appears and flows
in a way that I have never seen before:
clearer, more obvious, questioning."
Trieste, Grado, Latisana, Lignano Sabbiadoro, Lignano Pineta, Lignano Riviera, Bibione, Bibione Pineda, Caorle, Eraclea Mare, Jesolo, Lido di Jesolo, Litorale del Cavallino, Punta Sabbioni, Lido di Volano, Lido di Pomposa, Lido di Spina, Casalborsetti, Marina di Ravenna, Punta Marina, Lido Adriano, Lido di Dante, Lido di Classe, Lido di Savio, Milano Marittima, Cervia, Pinarella, Cesenatico, Bellaria, Igea Marina, Torre Pedrera, Viserbella, Viserba, Rimini, Riccione.
Here in a few minutes you browse 100 photographs, and others will be added.
But you do not know (or maybe you can imagine), how many miles, how many trips,
how many Fujicolor films (the early years)...
How many photographs discarded, too, that one day I'd like to see them all together on a wall.
Driving towards the Riviera during the not tourist's season,
even during university years, on winter,
on early spring, is a way to clear the mind, to breathe in iodized air before an exam,
to walk for miles onto the elastic sand, looking always far to the horizon.
You do not know (or maybe yes) how can change the ideas
the little big action to take a strong coffee
in a empty bar in Pinarella, near Cervia, or in Lido di Classe,
in that amazing Adriatic Coast out of season...
Some of the Masters that since the '90s have inspired me on this journey, and from which I then tried other paths and a fine focus in my exploring these places and their photographic representation:Stephen Shore, Joel Meyerowitz, Luigi Ghirri, Giovanni Chiaramonte, Olivo Barbieri, William Eggleston, Lewis Baltz, Ugo Mulas, Guido Guidi, Mario Cresci, Paola De Pietri, René Burri, Andreas Gursky, Philip-Lorca diCorcia, Roberto Koch, Richard Misrach, Thomas Struth, Nino Migliori, Mimmo Jodice, Jeff Brouws, Franco Vaccari...
"There was the continuous murmur of the wind scattering his simultaneous uniform music on the beach,
a sound without interruption, tense, sometimes just modulated by the volume of air moved, the obstacle encountered.
A third hand flapping in the sea air, made of cloth and torn tissues consumed that the wind shakes, the salt thickened."