Historia de un Amor.

Historia de un Amor.

Digital Photography, Hate, Death, Family, Love, Mixed technique, 80x60cm
How many dimensions has a human life observed from outside?
If it is true that the care, the love, the kindness given to a human being give him or her back a perceivable depth, it is also true that conflict, violence and indifference can flatten him and rob him of any thickness.
A photography, motionless, crystallized, doomed to destruction.
Historia de un Amor tells a true story, where the characters, in a constant, mutual conflict, persecuted self-destruction until they died - with the exception of the author - and it tells that story dividing it in two parts: the first shows the feelings, traumas and thoughts of its protagonist, and is composed by a a series of analogic photos photographed again on a background that, changing, reveals the sharable meditations of an extremely private slice of life. Photos that are defaced and ripped in times of pain, but never thrown away. The author tries to further a reflection on the concept of innocence and on the emotional popular reaction reserved to situations in which a child is the abused and survives. What is "abuse"? What happens "after", when the fury towards the abusers wanes? Doesn't the temptation of an easy lynching distract the attention from the victimes? Why should children be custodians of a formal innocence that, in reality, doesn't provide safety and often makes no difference? What is a child, if not a human being? And why should a grown up human be "guilty" as an adult?
In a world that disregards the need for mutual listening in favor of easy, superficial indignation and the hassle of everything that can pose as a disturbance, violence is an endless spiral, in which the psychological future of the victims is left to chance, and the possibility of a reiteration of evil is very high.

This picture named "We are not innocent./ Little red story on child abuse." start the project. Two little girls are sitting on a couch; both have been subjected to sexual abuse. Their faces were scribbled by the author's hand at the time of the shooting.
Her smile is intact only in the reflection on the table on the left; in the same way, in reality, tragedy was choked by the present. In despair, the uncertainty of the sign on her face is like a prayer: "I do not want to disappear."

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Alexi Paladino
3 years ago
Alexi Paladino Artist, Photographer, Performer
Grazie di cuore.
Benedetta Spagnuolo | Art Curator
3 years ago
Tematica ed elaborazione di un buon livello...contemporanea. Ottimo lavoro.

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