Rome

The skeletal remnants of Rome narrate the genesis of what is now recognized as "Western culture," influencing not only our alphabet and entertainment venues but also symbolizing deeper existential truths. The layering of constructions and the repurposing of matter in Rome's architecture engulf the observer in a tangible sense of history's relentless march. Rome's rise and fall serve as a poignant reminder of the ephemeral nature of our own existence and our finite understanding of it. Each year, tens of millions of tourists visit Rome, and though the attractions may differ for each, to be in Rome offers a unique chance to contemplate the essence of humanity. We photograph its monuments and ourselves against its wonders, both as keepsakes and expressions of a longing to align with something transcendent.

These photographs taken of Rome strive to encapsulate the core emotion of this iconic city, and the visits to its commercialized sites become a quest to convey a message vividly detailed yet obscured by enigma. A lifetime spent in Rome could never fully unveil all the historical intricacies that transpired within the city, and our knowledge of it will forever remain limited. The experience of being in Rome serves as an opportunity to connect our fleeting lives to its perpetual grandeur and question what it means to be human.

Heritage

What does it mean to return to a land which holds the history of one’s past? A place where ancestors built homes, worked fields, raised families? For those amongst us who know their family history a heritage allows for a special exploration of Self, both inner and outer. Each step into this landscape and every encounter is a movement towards oneself, a step into self-consciousness.

These images are a portrait in the form of a mosaic of my heritage. The streams, mountains, canyons, and forests set the scene where my ancestors lived. This geography is the mould in which their way of life was shaped. Here, the shepherds take sheep to pasture, through open fields and cool woodlands, to pools where they quench their thirst. This is also the land of wolves and foxes, boars and deer, predator and prey. Their activity is heightened at night, when human presence subsides. These two worlds, natural and human, live side by side sometimes in conflict but always in balance.

The town of Celano stands up on a hill, at the foot of Mount Tino. Its’ castle is the jewel and pride of its’ inhabitants. Like mushrooms on a tree the houses sprawl around the castle, cascading into the open valley of Fucino. The village streets at night gloom with an eerie artificial light, suspended in their peculiar dimension. From medieval pathways to modern roads, the blueprint of the town changes gradually, defying and yet describing the passage of time. These images are taken with a 5x4 view camera, often with slow exposures. In this way water passing over stones resembles sheep passing through forests.

Time and the constant flow of life are a reminder that we are all connected to our past and thus to each other.