Aurona

Myths faded into the mists of time tell that the belly of the mountain, as dark and hellish as a furnace, guarded Aurona, the realm of gold and light whose inhabitants had never seen the light of the sun. One day a crack opened in the black rock: a slash of light tore through the darkness, imbuing the dark realm and its pale princess with nostalgia. A knight came from afar, opened a breach with his fiery sword, freed the inhabitants and married the princess. I like to think that the most beautiful light is the one that suddenly emerges from the darkness. The one that hides, the one you have to hunt down. In his description of the wonders of Ireland, Gerald of Wales tells of a legendary island divided into two parts: one bright and clear, the other dark and lifeless. The fantastic island narrated by the medieval cleric reproduces the two antithetical souls of a cosmos in which being is in constant dialogue with non-being, in which light coexists with darkness, in which what is impossible is but the other face of the possible. My photographic research is an attempt to penetrate the mystery of a world that appears to our eyes as a continuous and elusive alternation of shadow and light. The vertical, misty labyrinths of rock and pines are the ideal dimension for carrying out my research.