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C’è tutto ciò che mi manca
| category | Photography |
| subject | Political / Social, Human figure |
| tags | LIBERTA', NOSTALòGIA, MANCANZA |
| 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.
What do you really miss? Can you see what you miss? Understand what you missed, and what you will miss?”
I think of my daughter. I miss her when she is not here, I think of her without me, when one day she will have to walk alone. I miss “my” being a child, without responsibilities, my childhood. I miss a specific time, an era that I feel is mine, that I know belongs to me, but that I will never be able to live: Liberty, Art Nouveau.
I miss being able to see the true face of people, I miss the truth (we talk, we comment, we hide and no one shows their face). I miss the time to be able to stand at a window waiting for the sun to rise, to stop and enjoy so much beauty. And I missed freedom… when they locked us in the house and outside the window the world flowed even without us.
And finally, the awareness of what we have, the awareness of nostalgia, in itself an “oxymoron” too. That bittersweet feeling that worries us in the present, but makes us smile when we think back to the past; a feeling of hope that pushes us to seek or rediscover what made us feel good: a window within a window, an introspective journey where everyone can find awareness even behind bars made of flowers.
What do you really miss? Can you see what you miss? Understand what you missed, and what you will miss?”
I think of my daughter. I miss her when she is not here, I think of her without me, when one day she will have to walk alone. I miss “my” being a child, without responsibilities, my childhood. I miss a specific time, an era that I feel is mine, that I know belongs to me, but that I will never be able to live: Liberty, Art Nouveau.
I miss being able to see the true face of people, I miss the truth (we talk, we comment, we hide and no one shows their face). I miss the time to be able to stand at a window waiting for the sun to rise, to stop and enjoy so much beauty. And I missed freedom… when they locked us in the house and outside the window the world flowed even without us.
And finally, the awareness of what we have, the awareness of nostalgia, in itself an “oxymoron” too. That bittersweet feeling that worries us in the present, but makes us smile when we think back to the past; a feeling of hope that pushes us to seek or rediscover what made us feel good: a window within a window, an introspective journey where everyone can find awareness even behind bars made of flowers.
