BEHIND THE SHOT
— The stories behind locations and shooting —
AMICIS QUAELIBET HORA
LOMBARDIA
2019
AMICIS QUAELIBET HORA
LOMBARDIA
2019
Along the end of a dirt road flanked by a long row of cypresses there is this building of cubic shape that remains quite hidden away from the main routes.
From a distance I could notice that to the side, and light moved on the back, there was a farmhouse, so not to alert anyone of my presence, I decided to leave the car far enough and take the long dirt road totally on foot.
It was a late afternoon in spring 2020 and I was rushing on the path thinking that at that time there might be someone from the cottage who could go back and forth from the path asking questions. In fact, I heard the sound of a car and I hid behind one of the cypresses on the side of the road.
The car passed and I could continue towards the open space in front of the building. From afar, towards the cottage, I heard dogs barking, perhaps to greet the arrival of the car. Determined not to find out if the barking was aimed at the car or at my presence I tried to find as soon as possible the fastest way to enter.
Luck was on my side because the shutters of a French door on the ground floor were just pulled over and also open.
The inner ground floor was completely empty and anonymous like many other buildings visited. But the little gem to photograph was on the first floor.
And if it had been a jewel it would have been a ruby so red was the dominant color of the whole room.
A marvel frescoed in art nouveau style that represented a woman and a pomegranate plant that with its branches filled the totality of the space on the walls.
I tried to learn about the representation linked to pomegranate that, in its symbolism, represented ancient love, death and rebirth.
But on the figure I found nothing certain, only a reference to the myth of Persephone in ancient Greek culture.
A large crack ruined part of the fresco as it can make a scar on the face of a beautiful woman.
The shot was made very easily, no special light conditions were needed. In the palace there was nothing more interesting than almost no other room dared to compete with the beauty of that fresco.
The title represents an assonance and a play on words between this lady depicted in liberty style (Art Nouveau) and the statue of New York liberty, also called Lady Liberty, which, moreover, quite share the period of their creation.
I still think about that room and the symbolism of pomegranate hoping that it can be a good omen and that the death/abandonment of the building can find its rebirth in its restoration.
Along the end of a dirt road flanked by a long row of cypresses there is this building of cubic shape that remains quite hidden away from the main routes.
From a distance I could notice that to the side, and light moved on the back, there was a farmhouse, so not to alert anyone of my presence, I decided to leave the car far enough and take the long dirt road totally on foot.
It was a late afternoon in spring 2020 and I was rushing on the path thinking that at that time there might be someone from the cottage who could go back and forth from the path asking questions. In fact, I heard the sound of a car and I hid behind one of the cypresses on the side of the road.
The car passed and I could continue towards the open space in front of the building. From afar, towards the cottage, I heard dogs barking, perhaps to greet the arrival of the car. Determined not to find out if the barking was aimed at the car or at my presence I tried to find as soon as possible the fastest way to enter.
Luck was on my side because the shutters of a French door on the ground floor were just pulled over and also open.
The inner ground floor was completely empty and anonymous like many other buildings visited. But the little gem to photograph was on the first floor.
And if it had been a jewel it would have been a ruby so red was the dominant color of the whole room.
A marvel frescoed in art nouveau style that represented a woman and a pomegranate plant that with its branches filled the totality of the space on the walls.
I tried to learn about the representation linked to pomegranate that, in its symbolism, represented ancient love, death and rebirth.
But on the figure I found nothing certain, only a reference to the myth of Persephone in ancient Greek culture.
A large crack ruined part of the fresco as it can make a scar on the face of a beautiful woman.
The shot was made very easily, no special light conditions were needed. In the palace there was nothing more interesting than almost no other room dared to compete with the beauty of that fresco.
The title represents an assonance and a play on words between this lady depicted in liberty style (Art Nouveau) and the statue of New York liberty, also called Lady Liberty, which, moreover, quite share the period of their creation.
I still think about that room and the symbolism of pomegranate hoping that it can be a good omen and that the death/abandonment of the building can find its rebirth in its restoration.
Along the end of a dirt road flanked by a long row of cypresses there is this building of cubic shape that remains quite hidden away from the main routes.
From a distance I could notice that to the side, and light moved on the back, there was a farmhouse, so not to alert anyone of my presence, I decided to leave the car far enough and take the long dirt road totally on foot.
It was a late afternoon in spring 2020 and I was rushing on the path thinking that at that time there might be someone from the cottage who could go back and forth from the path asking questions. In fact, I heard the sound of a car and I hid behind one of the cypresses on the side of the road.
The car passed and I could continue towards the open space in front of the building. From afar, towards the cottage, I heard dogs barking, perhaps to greet the arrival of the car. Determined not to find out if the barking was aimed at the car or at my presence I tried to find as soon as possible the fastest way to enter.
Luck was on my side because the shutters of a French door on the ground floor were just pulled over and also open.
The inner ground floor was completely empty and anonymous like many other buildings visited. But the little gem to photograph was on the first floor.
And if it had been a jewel it would have been a ruby so red was the dominant color of the whole room.
A marvel frescoed in art nouveau style that represented a woman and a pomegranate plant that with its branches filled the totality of the space on the walls.
I tried to learn about the representation linked to pomegranate that, in its symbolism, represented ancient love, death and rebirth.
But on the figure I found nothing certain, only a reference to the myth of Persephone in ancient Greek culture.
A large crack ruined part of the fresco as it can make a scar on the face of a beautiful woman.
The shot was made very easily, no special light conditions were needed. In the palace there was nothing more interesting than almost no other room dared to compete with the beauty of that fresco.
The title represents an assonance and a play on words between this lady depicted in liberty style (Art Nouveau) and the statue of New York liberty, also called Lady Liberty, which, moreover, quite share the period of their creation.
I still think about that room and the symbolism of pomegranate hoping that it can be a good omen and that the death/abandonment of the building can find its rebirth in its restoration.
