Lysann

LE PAROLE CHE NON TI HO MAI DETTO

Memories lie.
- German version of this text below -

The words I never said to you. The words I wanted to say. The unmeaning sense of those words that I never had the opportunity to tell.

Empty pages of stories never written. Invisible but sensitive bruises that the body dresses. To evoke a lack, to suggest absence. The words on our skin are the symbolic legacy of what life has left us inside.
It is the infinite gravitational weight of silence that sediments in the depths of the soul. Overwhelming sense of void.
Abysmal sidereal darkness born from the collapse of the firmament, invisible, but perceivable as wandering shadow on a night without stars.
Unbearable sidereal darkness born from the collapse of the firmament. The abyss of a night without dawn, concealed secret night, perceptible as shadow on black canvas.

These photos are not literal portraits, but allegorical and symbolic mirrors in which we project our regret for all that has never been and it returns to us the image not of a face, but of a condition of existential restlessness. An intimate gaze that opens onto an interior space to investigate the changing declinations of the sense of uneasiness of the human soul.