TITLE: Il Barone rampante (The Baron in the Trees)
On my eighth birthday, I was in an olive tree while my grandmother was drawing her last breath surrounded by her loved ones. My mother came looking for me, but I refused to come out as if I preferred a plate of snails to my grandmother's death. Certain places cannot be forgotten and become part of an intimate and personal history that coincides with a singular way of remembering the past and living the present.
This project stems from the need to explore in depth the relationship between me and my family, to fill that void created by unspoken desires and mute words that still stand between me and them. This is why I want to talk about the silence upon the relationship between me and my family, to be able one day to explain, live and tell the people around me the bitterness and sweetness of my profound absences, the temporal itineraries spent on that tree to observe the world from above. Surely it is easier to stay there still, than to collide with one's own ghosts, but I accept the challenge that maturity imposes on me and I get off the tree.
Therefore, I decide to start from my silences, from my voids and from my absences and show how surprisingly they are: full of words, gestures, sounds and smells. What I wish to achieve is to create a family album where each photo intertwines with the visual appeal of my past to be able to imagine the future through the images of my present.
I leave in search of lights and shadows that outline my reality to tell my family who I am and who I would like to be: someone who has something to say and share with them.
AUTHOR: Alessandro Boni (Italy)
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