nothing to say ,..... alot of Enty old "tree beards" ....
having a meeting
creaking and groaning like old boats
a storm coming in from the Mediterranean heading for the Adriatic ...
1 day to finish as much as possible for the first exhibition... we hang it on friday 19th Nov...
second show on the 27th will be projections of the works on the castle wall here...
I will continue shooting until the last moment before I leave here so I have material enough for a beautiful book but the light is changing and the shadows are blocking up so I have been here at exactly the right moment ...in reality
but I need about another 6 months for this project ............... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrghhhhhhhhh !
apart from the little box of tiny, grey clay gnomes sitting outside the door in a cobblestone alleyway to dry....
Alfredo's world is about 4 shoulder spans wide
packed with all the local characters of fable and folklore.
Tiny mediaeval folk made of terracotta clay , they are absolutely beautiful even before they are painted ... Alfredo puts on his selotaped glasses and puts a board over his knees and gets to work on a new set of gnomes, while I prowl around in circles with my tripod. Apart from an elevator in Milan this is one of the most confined spaces I have ever shot in ...
inspired by Breugel and Bosch, Alfredo's tiny characters come to life under his hands ...I wish I had made a little movie ...
this afternoon back to the mosquito swamps ... a new strange Olive grove full of distorted old professors and philosophers has been found ... quite by accident
(dodgey photos from my phone ... which takes the worst photos I ever saw, ....blurry and messed up even in full daylight... so mad at myself ...this happens everytime I think Im not going to take my heavy camera gear around, for once..... errrghhhhhh)
but it was a magical night ..
I loved that it was all teenagers playing traditional "Taranta" music and singing and dancing ... playing tambourines, accordian , spoons
a different group on each corner or in each alcove of the town
the "Taranta" ... a kind of whirling jumping dance that is symbolic of what happens during the olive harvest if you get bitten by the tarantula... e vola vola vola ...
and this stilt walker sitting in a window bashfully crossing and uncrossing his legs , playing a little pipe...with a long beaky mask on .. I dont know how they were walking on the uneven jumbly cobblestones .....so sweet
silence is mostly all you will hear from me for the next 2 weeks ... now the fundraising for the project is over it is time for me to really really concentrate on photographing the trees in the best possible way.
today was amazing ...perfect white overcast conditions with breaks of sun to stretch your back out and straighten out all the creakyness from crouching in the mosquito swamps looking at an upside down image on a ground glass screen, and trying to work out if you like the composition from the upside down and back to front image which is all you can see
I went back to Trepuzzi today ... the craziest olive grove yet
Trepuzzi in my translation means "3 stinks"
but apparently in dialect it means 3 wells... I like my version better, makes me laugh
Now I seem to be completely at odds with Italian timing ... while they are all closed behind doors for lunch and siesta I am out in the fields on my knees with mosquitoes the size of helicopters attacking my face... I can count 17 bites around my jaw and neck and temples and even in my hair ...erghhhhhh
I want to thank everyone who was involved in the kickstarter , you are all absolutely brilliant, and generous and now I can get down to work.
Just dont be surprised that I will be very quiet in the next weeks