Explain a book of photographs? ... Impossible. Attempt to impart information? ... Unthinkable. Endeavour to classify images? ... Of course not! Here. The photographic collection that begins overleaf could have the task of engaging the keen observer with a path through the city which is as common as it is unusual, or attracting the attention of the absent-minded. Or more. It is difficult to use the 26 characters of the alphabet to explain a myriad of colours, or the intensity of light. The craft of the scholar is a distinct one, and that of the poet is sublime. With a camera always in hand, like a pen, the result is always the same: strike down there, straight into the deep. First themselves, in that thousandth of a second that opens and closes the shutter. And then, others. One must, indeed, be just there, in that place and at that time to take a picture, and how can one define the act of being in THAT particular place, and at just THAT particular time? Pure coincidence. Perhaps the only title to which I cannot say no is: “emotions from pisa”. Bon voyage.
Publisher: Pacini Editore