Man at sea. Taormina, Sicily 2016. Outside of the box #14 Images from my archive. #sicily #Sicilia #Taormina #fisher #mediterraneo #mediterrean #sea #mare #seaview #photography #photooftheday #antoniosansica #archive #art #landscape #paesaggio #fotografia
Lonly man on a train. #modena #italy #italia #fotomobile #fotografia #colours #mypolaroids #antoniosansica #portrait #traveling #emilia #emiliaromagna #everyday_italy #lonly #alone #modern #photooftheday #photography #solitude
Modena Americanizzata. #modena #italia #italy #emilia #emiliaromagna #streetphotography #photography #mypolaroids #instant #cocacola #everyday_italy #antoniosansica #architecture #colours #fotografia #fotomobile
Megisti-Castellorizo
The way back starts on a ferry, leaving Castellorizzo, once called Megisti.
An other beauty of the Mediterranean sea, a Greek island, but closer to Turkey, where houses have an Italian facade and people are often from much further places.
I can’t hide that we went there thanks the beautiful movie “Mediterraneo”, directed by Gabriele Salvatores. The movie tells the events of a funny and scruffy troop of Italian soldiers that intends occupy the island, thankfully with very poor results.
Islands, however isolated, are always been the passage of new cultures and costumes, but also war and abuses. In fact Castellorizzo has often changed flag, as it used to be Italian, for a while French and also British. Although the island experienced different dominations and a terrific fire, has never changed its colours, the blue of its sea and the green of its flora.
Between jasmine tree and buganville the life is simple, nothing closer to our times, actually it seems to travel back in time. There you realise that we don’t need much to live.
Kids play by the edge of the port, probably as fifty years ago, simple games bonded with nature and the landscape.
While the ferry heads north, i am still surrounded by the big blue.
I will miss it here.
AS©2014.
Winters
I am just outside Shoreditch tube station, it’s a regular day in east London, black cabs, bikes, buses hit the road under the usual grey sky. I am going to apply for my visa, I pass trough the lively streets of the east-end, bars are crowded, my first step to a further EAST.
A walk on the edge between two beautiful Italian regions, Emilia Romagna and Tuscany, silence and nature bring us to untouched places. It’s nearly the end of the year, the mountains’s peaks are white and touch a blue sky that we very rarelly see in The Big Smoke(London).
Again walking and walking trough Arbatskaya, I arrived, I am in the heart of Moscow. The city is hard, cold, people run from one place to another with indifference, wrapped up in their heavy coats. I constantly talk with people, although very few speak my language, anyway it’s always a surprise, a new story. Living an other city, an other story.
Those winters are almost gone, I am now heading for a brighter chapter.
Dies Irae / Paolo Pellegrin
I felt that i had to share this beautiful thought found on the book DIES IRAE by Paolo Pellegrin-for the unlucky ones who don’t know him-here the biography. This is just a small piece of a very interesting interview/discussion with Roberto Koch(Contrasto founder) and I strongly believe that those sentences should be stick in every photographers’s mind.
“Ever since I began working in photography in the early nineties, I’ve heard about this golden age, which is that of LIFE.
But personally, during the nineties I did very little work for newspapers because I was still in a self-imposed training phase. It’s a phase, apart from the rest, that’s never completely finished and I imagine that will continue forever…It’s just about trying to find my own voice and let it become a written photography. In this sense, I happen to think of photography as foreign language. Learning to connect with this voice and speak through photography, learning to express oneself through this language-listening to the rules and to instincts at the same time-is something and complex. The question isn’t how to take good photos, It’s how to take good photographs that succeed to do a number of things simultaneously: to document, to transmit information, and to strike emotion chord. Initially I studied architecture, then I took some photography courses and then I put myself through a period of eight, maybe ten years of rigorous training where i had to learn to express myself in this language of photography.
For years i worked on this-on the gaze, vision-shooting by day and printing by night.”
PP
Gibellina
Here I am again.
During my Christmas holidays at home, Benny very intensely asked me to go and visit Gibellina, a small city in the province of Trapani(Sicily), as you might know my home town.
It’s known that Gibellina doesn’t exist anymore; it was completely destroyed during a tremendous earthquake on 15th January 1968, where circa 400 people lost their lives and many more were injured.
Nowadays Gibellina Nuova is a new town reborn at 20km away from the old town and has become a real open air museum, as many famous Italian artists have installed their artworks across the streets.
The old town, also called “Il Grande Cretto”, is now one of the biggest artwork in the world, as the famous Italian artist Alberto Burri in 1984 covered completely the ruins with concrete, preserving the city streetscape.
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