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From the exhibition Three-Step Dance by Roberta Masala. © Roberta Masala 1 / 11       From the exhibition Three-Step Dance by Roberta Masala. © Roberta Masala.

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Three-Step Dance

What is our real state of being? The poet Zanzotto gifts us with a decisive question echoing in the present. The landscape is not given, it is not fixed, it isn’t an object for passive, romantic and nostalgic contemplation, but rather continuously built and inhabited. A story of tales and waits that can hardly be told or explained in its entirety: the respect for the melancholic tremor that all places preserve. Our state of being, our space of being, is made of too many shades to be counted: words crackling like crumbs that have been stepped on by accident in a far away kitchen or like the wind’s whisper in a particular time of the year; the persistent smell of ripe fruit or the sea salt that attaches to our nostrils and hair.

Mental spaces that could disappear if we decided to turn our backs on them, presuming, even for just a moment, that the word home is made of just walls, that home is a roof and small windows from which to look at the world.

Home is a psychic dimension where the person is born, he gives birth to himself beyond his mother and he defines the features of his being. The word home is meant to include emotional hemispheres and it is to us an unchanging and precise certainty tied to our senses and feelings. But we see it transforming when it meets tales, descriptions and it encounters the days of life. Some meaning is lost in translation and we pass it on to others changed in its meaning. The prospect of an encounter with reality is shuttered like the fear of a broken communication. A story that can and must be restarted even if we have to rely on an external intermediary: a modern medium for ancient feelings. The poetic motives of a photographic shot are those of creation and salvation, a motive to drop anchor in the spaces of the soul.

The photographic image functions as a vessel necessary for a relationship with our Heimat, to prevent us from feeling lost and unanchored when the storm comes.

Which place makes you feel at home?

When the word feels the weight of its own limitations, the image takes over. And it creates, through an educated and filtered eye, triptychs of a sacred internal geography and landscapes that are not the late and academic repetition of the tale but an interpretative will that transforms into coping. Photography embeds a spiritual process that can unite, joining together social and political aspects with purely emotional aspects. The image, in its triple variations, replaces the concrete map becoming another place, more authentic than the real one. [ Sonia Borsato ]

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THREE-STEP DANCE
by Roberta Masala
Lo Quarter, largo San Francesco - Alghero SS (Italy)
4 August – 4 September 2016
admission fee: free

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