From this moment the work is already research, snare for memory, time, fear and madness’s presences and ghosts.
A trip along the peninsula to the north, from Toscana to the Adriatic Sea of the low Po delta and from there to the centre of a crepuscolar Venice, dark, not living, enchanted. At the end, here is Bologna, theater of classic allegories and daily horrors.
Camera’s sight will take us to bloody or matricide nymphs, dog-men and anthropomorphic pigs. We’ll fall in with the beauty of an ethereal Astrea escaping from Iron’s Age, of an hermaphrodite in lustful torpor. Furthermore contemporary symbols and figures, from a possessed satyr to a lonely warrior who fights against himself, against all of us and to Plague-doctors with masks, fools and spasmodic regnants. Beccari evokes and looks for Ovid behind camera.
Metamorphoses’ myths and contemporary obsessions mix togethe