The Talking Stones
This is a short series of rocky cliffs from places where I’ve spent time when I was a child. My parents were eccentric enough to make my sister and me live an off the beaten path marine wilderness in its fullness.
I decided to visit these places again last year, embarking myself, as a ritual, in a 30 day long, self supported travel by bike with the specific intent to reach these shores. I had great expectations of rediscovering ancestral, pleasing memories. However, my mental state had been disoriented. I actually did not recognize the vast majority of the spaces that were instead clearly nested into my memories. Eventually ruining them. I could only listen to feeble and intermittent messages coming fro m the rocks surrounding me in solitude. Their patterns evoked intense flashes of my infancy, but I was not able to recall a single, whole memory.
- Cannot grasp any of this
- A few puzzle pieces of a recurrent dream
- Do not make the elephant angry or he will blow the Mistral into the sea.
- You will deal with space and its manipulation
- Insurmountable
- A portal where space meets time – I came from there
- A few puzzle pieces of a recurrent dream
- Son, one day you’ll be with the girl with a black tube dress under that tree
- Sea is getting rough
- Layers of confusion
- Beyond the thin wall there’s the open, unknown sea
- That’s too steep, I can’t cling to the past
- Tears dry in a shelter bay
- They all press me to jump for a reward
- The portal is opening but this universe is still the best
- Parents will protect me
- The afternoon calm after a morning storm
- Rubble of the oblivion
- You are not welcome here anymore
- Where time is being swallowed
Here below some photos taken by my mother, Giovanna Massi
- I came from there
- We are always alone on this side of the world
- Don’t be scared, brother
- Harvesting and eating live limpets (a marine mollusk