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until something emerges...

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A simple table, prints.  Memories, connections. From many years it's always been a similar exercise: looking out to learn what happens inside. And so I spent countless hours in the darkroom, make boxes and I stop and watch, alone with classic music, until a meaning emerge.  Some shadow of surprise.

Tokyo, a suspended trip

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Recently while I was searching my archive I went through my archive of pictures that I took in Tokyo during a couple of weeks in winter of 2014. Shooting a city that’s it’s always been a symbol so influent on the kind of photography that I always followed and loved is not easy. While I was there I spent several days without shooting close to nothing, I usually need time to feel and understand.  As days went by and I started to make some meetings pictures started coming, but too soon it was time to go back. Now, 6 years after I looked for a picture to print, ONE that could mean the whole trip. I ended up on a previously discarded frame, a corner in Shinjuku, close to Golden Gai, even if apparently nothing is happening, it contains more than any other picture I archived. It contains almost all the sensation of my suspended trip and I can recall how I felt that day, that moment, in that place. I printed, framed and is now hanging in my little studio. In a Pandemic, with no money left and

Jerry Saltz on spaces for artists...

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" A window is opening. In the early 1990s there was no money in the art world. Commercial real estate was temporarily depressed - like now (now is much worse). Scores and scores or artists, gallerists, curators and critics curated shows, opened galleries, started Biennials, opened new Art Fairs (or whatever new model replaces the horrendous way art fairs operate now). Almost all of these people were poor; maxed-out credit cards; built it out of themselves. They started a tremendous new art world. They made new magazines. Because they had to in order to be seen or heard at all. Covid has decimated commercial real-estate. Windows are opening again. Batons are being passed. - You can start your own museums and galleries and new art fairs. Many lived illegally in these commercial spaces and offices and store fronts - with no bathroom except down the hall. They carved out corners. It was not that long ago. It was hard; It is hard. But - - - You build communities. There was no help; no

Camera oscura a Milano

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Finalmente, dopo averlo tanto sognato e dopo molto più duro lavoro di quello che avrei pensato sarebbe stato necessario, lo spazio Red Room è pronto, a parte pochi dettagli, e pienamente funzionante. Uno spazio completo di tanti strumenti, a partire dalla camera oscura.  Qui alcune info sul progetto. Ora la stanchezza è alle stelle, ma presto potrete vedere nuove foto, mentre incontri e attività incominceranno a succedere...

Maps

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Maps Handmade book of 13x15 cm with 36 cotton fiber pictures. Map is about decoding daily life and memories living decades in a big city.  It’s a diary, a romance made by snapshots fragments. Edition of 20 copies, soldout