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Somewhere

Somewhere

Pages: 176
Texts: Valerio Dehò e Antonio Giusa
Author: Luisa Menazzi Moretti
Format: 165×225 mm.
Binding: Stitch bound with headbang
Languages: Italian/English

ISBN 978-88-95388-24-3

€ 20,00

There are books of photoraphy that speak to each one of us, with images that take us back to an emotion that, even thought we do not remember where or when, we feel we have experienced. These are pictures that show us something we have already seen; however, a new perspective, a different glance convey something we have already known as if it were the first time, the vey first time for something that we are already familiar with. SOMEWHERE of Luisa Menazzi Moretti is a photographic book that invites the reader to a poetic complicity with the author, in pursuance of a new value to what the author has set on the photographic paper.

The colors, the light, the cut of these photographs give a picture not only of what can be seen through the author’s glance, but also imagined.The images of nature, which in her innocence can be a source of serenity but also of restlessness, give way to the pictures of words that were destined to be lost,forgotten, torn on the walls, where the art of photography is used as a tool for documentation and conservation. It follows then a project on food seen as an absolute and universal language; the author chooses to use the children’s games and rhymes to recall the social and most urgent issues as regards to nutrition, at times admonishing us. The journey of Luisa Menazzi Moretti continues in a sequence of images dedicated to the symbolism of the circular shape, were the vision changes the shape into idea. At last follows the most recent photographic series, Solo; Valerio Dehò writes that it might “better represent Luisa’s sensibility for that something which we can not explicitly name, which is, precisely, ineffable, but we can only place in an elsewhere that means, simply, that it is not here, close to us. Death opens to some questions which have always been part of the destiny of man…In the series of portraits…death as nothing tragical in it if not the idea of a journey to the unknown”.