Forte Marghera

5 colors serigrapy from a photo by Luca Nicolò Vascon.
Handmade printed on white Fedrigoni Materica paper gr. 300.
Edition of 50 copies numbered and signed by the artist.
Size 50 x 35 cm.

And this (isn't) photography?I was playing around as usual, having a lot of fun with a machine I had just restored, class of 1937. Okay, film, I was born with it but now I use digital with great pleasure. Film treated in my own way. A black-and-white negative, an image that came out of a makeshift scan, an image that convinced me, that went along with what was in my mind as I was shooting. Of course, it ends up digitally on social media.

I like to photograph at night, things are confusing and clear at the same time, they invent new contours, and all it takes is one light, one idea to turn one thing into another. I photograph to communicate what I see. To photograph is to lie. Confusing the terms "true" and "real" is done by the viewer, I just have to try to tell what I see.But there is also the other side, the attentive viewer who finds and sees the other way, strong, present. "shall we make a silkscreen of it? " Okay, to think of entering Gianpaolo's workshop with the role of the artist already my legs are shaking. With a photograph! My "SIIIII?!?!?" was almost with tears in my eyes.

Seeing it disassembled in pieces, in layers, in full, dense, beautiful colors, is a big surprise.
They are there in a row and each one of them is a picture, it stands up on its own, it has a life of its own.Each of these papers raises its hand and says "me"

The process is part of the work. The process wants there to be two people, one with the wriggle, the idea, the stroke of luck, the head in a world of his own and maybe the ability now and then to invite a friend into that world. The one who takes on the role of the artist. On the other hand, however, you need someone with such a sensibility to understand, to take on one of these "things "and see a path, a meaning, a precise form through their own means and hands. And the two have to work together, build something, understanding, affection, esteem. The result is that relationship, a compromise that becomes greater than the sum of the parts. Not a translation, not an adaptation, but a new thing.
What is it?
Where?
But was this really it?
It looked like, come on!!! and how did you get this out?And how did you get this out? Yikes, was there really water? What about this detail? And those trees? I've had the negative in my hand for a month, I never noticed!Here, these talks came AFTER, with the final work in hand, practically. Because the shared vision came through images and colors.
So many colors for a black and white!
Screen printing is a very ancient process, known as early as the Phoenicians. It borrows some techniques from the photographic processes of the early 1900s, integrating them in technique and language. It is not afraid to lose identity and strength only because it continues to mutate and grow, to add new possibilities. Photography, of those who do it the wrong to hang it on a capital f, that one is afraid, because é remains little more than a handful of techniques thrown in there in a hurry, which in less than a century exploded, like a firework, in the hands of those who wanted to keep them all together locked in the coffee can. "coffee can," after the nickname of the nearly 90-year-old camera, the first companion of this adventure.

And now all those colors overlap. Fireworks. They sacrifice one inside the other. They are lost to give birth to something new. All those blues, blue greens, the gray dipped into each other.And then the deepest red. It was he, the last red, beaten twice with each piece, that gave all the depth, the character and the touch of magic. Yes yes, just him alone.Thank you, a very big THANK YOU to Gianpaolo Fallani. It was beautiful, I felt understood, and truly privileged. Let's do it again!
And a THANK YOU also to Chiara Masiero Sgrinzatto, who was always there, even when she was elsewhere.