“I’ve behind me thousands of years of silence, of attempted poetry, of breads for the feasts, and loom threads”.
This project is inspired by this line of the wonderful Sardinian artist Maria Lai. A road trip to tell about a mysterious and charming Sardinia. A way to preserve, to not forget, to see the memory as a living thing. The small everyday stories like big treasures; Maria Lai’s art. Photography itself is a way to catch a piece of infinity: in the end the human has always had the fear of forgetfulness, of the oblivion. That’s the reason of storytelling. To keep a trace of our passage in this world. It can be words, music, pictures, it’s always an attempt to understand and “grab” a little piece of the universe. I chose to create a tale between myth and reality, legend and truth. An ancient loom, three women, like the three Fates weaved the thread of a road trip between inland and coasts of an island in the middle of the Mediterranean sea: Sardinia. I met every time different landscapes and scenarios: between helichrysum scented mountain roads and crystal clear waters, villages on massive mountain rocks and sinuous hills reminding the body of a woman, between herders, fishermen, dancers and musicians, young people keeping the tradition alive wearing ancient masks and artisans holding a memory made of actions rather than of words. I collected the beauty of a wonderful island.
