saint vincent has lovely winters / 2014
In autumn 2012 I had an exhibition in Saint Vincent, in the Italian Alps.
As soon as I arrived I wanted to breath the whole mountains, to have them inside of my chest.
I felt gigantic and free. A certain feeling of belonging grew within me.
During my stay, I met a Romanian maid. She told me how much she loved it there. And that she had chosen Saint Vincent for her kids.
"Saint Vincent has lovely winters", I remember her saying.
She expressed sadness hearing that I would not be able to stay longer, and catch the winter for myself.
Then she continued to tell me some stories about herself and her family. We talked for a while. Then I left. I never returned.
I didn't take pictures. Although I have started as a photographer, I don't take many photos. And I don't enjoy photographing the places that I really like, because I want to keep an image in my mind that is left without any material representation. I want an image that is left untouched. An inner image.
In this work I constructed the view that I have in my mind of Saint Vincent during winter time, out of my own memories of the place, of the mountains.
I imagined Saint Vincent during winter.
I made it one week before arriving in Turin, in November 2014, where I was supposed to participate with Anca Poterasu Gallery at the Artissima art fair, knowing that I would see again the Alps (from distance this time).
materials: 5 kg of wheat flour and 40 stones of various dimensions
size of the work: 0.8m x 1.4m