Taking pictures at rallies has always been difficult for me. I never connect. But there was something these last few days where I felt that I could identify myself through my photographic work or what I pretend is my photographic work.
There is something in the movement, a force in mobilizing, manifesting oneself is a political action, not a whim. Seeing people united with space in a way so different from how I see them every day: committed, passionate, confident, with the civility of their feet stuck on the asphalt, hanging from a tree or a traffic light. That little drop of adrenaline that makes you feel where you should be.
I'm just observing.
Nothing is normal in this country, imaginary country, where everything is out of place from any normality.
Jungle of asphalt, hanging bodies, that it rains inside us and comes to life in the city.
The multitude melts our body on the asphalt, the minimum trait of reason crushes us and the individual becomes the mass, the citizen becomes pure voice, pure body. There is a void
If the city melts into our shadow and embraces us without hugging us, can we meet somewhere other than here? where we saw each other in every possible way and where we could disappear into so much shouting, there is something about the way we move. A country in us, forever
The photographs are from #1May in #Altamira. With my cell phone because I do not dare to take out the camera and thanking my friend Francesco for the accompaniment. The photos are still hard to make and I applaud all the brave fellow photographers that do it everyday of this fight for freedom.
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