Fading figures. (So it is if you like)

in my project I create an oxymoron. Pictures have been create stop moments, I try with long time exposure to 'move' them.

We are travelers, with our shadow and our memories. Central characters who seem to chase each other, linger, touch or escape. In the same space, the place doesn't matter. Time is in itself, long or short times of one's history and memory. Figures in dissonance, threads of existences that cannot be known, Pirandello's reading of a reality that escapes, of characters who are unable to meet their own gazes and withdraw from each other's life. Gradual appearance or disappearance that arouses strangeness even in the viewer and leads to the anomie of Emile Durkheim, the loss of social solidarity, human relations, shared values ​​that give security and create community.
In Pirandello, Signora Ponza states: "I am the one who believes me". The true face is not seen, to each his own interpretation. There is no single truth.
Photo taken in Venice in September 2020.