“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.” Carl Jung
I am a Roman photographer, and I have been living for 15 years in a tropical island that I love and that everyone calls “paradise”.
But in this moment, I feel it as a limit, in some way a horizon closing my desire and wills. I see the wonderful, breathtaking landscapes as borders that I can not cross: they are not only the natural, physical limits of the island, waters and forests, but mine, interiors.
Photographing the nature of the island, I render evident my fears and doubts, my state of soul, becoming almost blind, skinless. The beautiful nature appears as a suspended time, the familiar and beloved places are doors I do not want to open, an Ithaca that, nowadays, I can not reach to leave it or to live in it.
My dreams become nightmares, in images made of layers and coarse grain. I create altered horizons where, suddenly, my Roman roots appear, unintentionally, leaving doubts about the present and fear of the future.
It is a deep, mysterious mental horizont, the light against the darkness, and all my limits meeting each othes.
My nowaday history as a woman, when a wonderful nature become a limit and reveal all my feminine fears, and my past (Rome) and my present (a tropical island) are not able to show me a future, I can only photograph my doubts and try to understand.
