work
Assenza ingombrante
| category | Photography |
| subject | Political / Social |
| tags | MANCANZA, MORTE, GUERRA |
| base | 70 cm |
| height | 100 cm |
| depth | 5 cm |
| year | 2023 |
photo by Luisa Valeriani on plexiglass and dibond in overlapping, post-produced and worked with relief colors for glass, unique work
“And the void… how much space can it fill? How much does absence weigh? “
Sometimes lack weighs more than presence. This photo was taken inside a submarine. It is the torpedo tube where war missiles were inserted. There is no missile, but it tells us about the consequences that launch could have had. We have always made war, for all kinds of reasons, but the principle is always the same, supremacy.
And the result? People dying. Lives hanging by a thread. Just dots in the universe, but for those who loved them an enormous cumbersome absence. There is no justice in war. So in what is there justice? Who will judge us in its name?
Here too other dots, or rather stars or better said a constellation, that of the scales. The Egyptians used it as the final judge of their actions to understand who was worthy of entering the Fields of Reeds, or who instead had a heart heavier than a feather. Same scale held in the hand of Themis, goddess of justice who weighed good and evil above men. Unfortunately today looking around I only see a cumbersome absence.
“And the void… how much space can it fill? How much does absence weigh? “
Sometimes lack weighs more than presence. This photo was taken inside a submarine. It is the torpedo tube where war missiles were inserted. There is no missile, but it tells us about the consequences that launch could have had. We have always made war, for all kinds of reasons, but the principle is always the same, supremacy.
And the result? People dying. Lives hanging by a thread. Just dots in the universe, but for those who loved them an enormous cumbersome absence. There is no justice in war. So in what is there justice? Who will judge us in its name?
Here too other dots, or rather stars or better said a constellation, that of the scales. The Egyptians used it as the final judge of their actions to understand who was worthy of entering the Fields of Reeds, or who instead had a heart heavier than a feather. Same scale held in the hand of Themis, goddess of justice who weighed good and evil above men. Unfortunately today looking around I only see a cumbersome absence.
