| Photographs are light, images cut from the present. They act as reports of a life, a perfect portrait. Photography is stealing the soul of things that are observed: expecting, idealistically, the perfect moment. To photograph is to falsify reality, to create a story, to tell a story. Many times it is false, old, and depicts what is not real. Or to the contrary, it shows what no one sees. It plays with the subconscious, with a surrealist reality or, in more contemporary times, with realistic cybernetics. Evidence of the development of the photographs, such as frames on frames or blurring, evokes reality, and makes unrealistic things seem somehow visible. | 
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Marica Petti
Claudia Papini, 8254. Courtesy of the artist.Photographs are light, images cut from the present. They act as reports of a life, a perfect portrait. Photography is stealing the soul of things that are observed: expecting, idealistically, the perfect moment.
To photograph is to falsify reality, to create a story, to tell a story. Many times it is false, old, and depicts what is not real. Or to the contrary, it shows what no one sees. It plays with the subconscious, with a surrealist reality or, in more contemporary times, with realistic cybernetics. Evidence of the development of the photographs, such as frames on frames or blurring, evokes reality, and makes unrealistic things seem somehow visible.
Today the world itself is a photograph, clear, simple; everyone can understand it in some way without problem. Various photographic exhibitions, from the most varied, different worlds, demonstrate a continuing path of similar artistic thoughts: from taste to the body, from reporting to the political historian. Some subjects are perfection of the body, loneliness, nostalgia, imagined stories in real places, enchanted reality, and metropolis.
Each photograph is already a title. A title that speaks clearly about what you are. Yet there seem to be sentences already heard, already felt a billion times. No? Strange: everything is too familiar. So why, in some cases, does it reflect genius? Alienation, loneliness, desire, delirium, horror—these are extreme emotions. They try to affect our gaze, in some way, and try to break a pattern that is extremely traditional in its makeup. These representations of the street, a tunnel made by man to create a way out, are a weapon with which to fight a tendency to fall into kitsch.
The dangerous curves and neon lights mark the edge of a condition both physical and mental. It combines with a body that is represented with a sexuality and eroticism somewhere between grotesque irony, desire, and horror. Then there are anonymous bodies of dancers in motion. A naked body presents a self, with no sense of time. That is why I try to show distant thoughts, new territories, events, trends, at the same time as process and metamorphosis.
Each photo represents the mentality of every artist. Every year of birth has a different approach to society, with different approaches to sexuality. Each photograph is a parallel world and at the same time has a tendency to represent the world it comes from, because every figure is compressed, exaggerated, and played with in detail. The photograph is trying to shape the search for a “pictorial experience.”
But does no one see anything that may present another way? Artists who are too young are immersed in the daily newspaper or in escape. From the city, to the carnival of dance. The female body becomes a cue, increasingly, from where to start. The unconscious is often shown in a fetal condition, reclaiming the primordial. The photo becomes dreamy, becomes a framework for something like surrealism or a return to Dadaism, all this in many cases on a tired platform.
The same bodies are always present, in the usual pose; the objective may fluctuate but no longer has any value. We gamble and talk about who is behind the scenes of a photo shoot!
A draped blur that looks like a painting, a double face of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, a street deserted, the silence of a naked body! The science fiction is sometimes copied from the cybernetic. Again, what is it?
Nobody knows! Yet in these spaces, stage, there is the loneliness of the world, where everything leads to mistakes, while the anger is felt in the cry of the postmodern. The Ulysses traveler striving for the binary 0: a binary non-existent. Point 0, a perfect circle from where all ways of the world converge. To discover the point 0 means to discover the pure reality.
In the final analysis we are and we remain even in photographic shots: simply human.
