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| Syracuse, Cathedral |
Take, for example, the Cathedral of Syracuse, are immersed in full Baroque and suddenly, tac! from the perimeter wall of the left emerge Doric columns.
memory inside things
are there and are incorporated in the walls of the church: Ancient Greece and Baroque architecture, a couple of millennia of living and producing, together, meaning much deeper than that which results from appearances. A meaning that was born as a Doric temple, becomes Byzantine church, is transformed into a mosque with Arabs, it converts into the church by the Normans and so on, until the day trippers noisy today. That is to say that the signs of time, the layers of memory are in things, as a substantial part of them, but we must recognize them.
harmless This evidence is likely to dazzle the eye in excess of vision, such as EA Poe's purloined letter, because it looked "newspaper" is not enough. Faced with this type of external memory need a bifocal gaze , able to settle simultaneously on the past and present, who can see the layers of memory and recognize what is woven dress that covers the reality: the wire of time.
All traces of memory incorporated in the layers of the past are alive and pulsating, and release meaning the issue as a sap, which imbues the next layer and goes back to the surface of contemporary life. Recognize means to prevent fading and indifference that the reality is impoverished parts considerable way.
I think that's necessary to look in a photograph to represent, consciously, a reality that wears its heart. Exemplary in this sense, is the look on things geological adopted by Mimmo Jodice : concentrate both on the present and past, managing to transform ' old into something that is our contemporary
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| M. Jodice |
but also to transform the here and now of our present findings in a for the future
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| M. Jodice |
Yes, because one suspects that in front of the photo, the whole world is a great find waiting to be recognized and collected in an image, aimed at a more or less near future, as he did with the Atget's Paris, the great .
There is, then, another special place where memory is deposited in subterranean forms, genealogical: the face, which will be the subject of next note.