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"Beigua Natural Park"

Studies on a liminal condition.

How can a place shape the way we perceive the world?

 

In the heart of Liguria, suspended between the sea and the Alps, rocks of an ancient ocean floor coexist with lush beech forests, where winds and currents generate ever-changing, rarefied atmospheres: this is the Beigua Natural Park, the largest protected area in the region.

In this setting, over the course of prolonged familiarity with the territory, experiences emerged that moved between observation and imagination, moments in which the elements of the landscape amplified their presence through a subtle yet visceral tension.

The intensity of these experiences led me to seek further understanding, turning to the historical and archaeological evidence of the area: a network of ritual rock engravings, megaliths, and curious finds shows how this territory was considered sacred as early as the Neolithic period, suggesting continuity in the way this landscape has been perceived and experienced.

From this perspective, the liminality of the Beigua appears as an intrinsic quality of the place, layered within its geology, geography, and the memory of the populations that have crossed it.

The project explores this condition through images and verses. While the photographs capture the immediacy of encountering the landscape, the verses extend that experience into a slower time in which experience itself unfolds.

Through delicate mists and soft light, ophiolites and beech trees seem to observe us, emerging as presences that reveal themselves only to a gaze that is not entirely rational.

"A silence broken

by the seeping of the earth,

which makes itself new

every winter

now sodden

now white

now green and yellow

dry

like the sound

of when it breaks

only to sing at last

pregnant

by the spring sun."

"I keep nothing

of when

I watched the mists

migrate.

In the bath

of damp thoughts

I reach out my hand,

but every finger

is illusion."

"On the slopes,

an echo

a presence

the valley.

Bare

I turn toward that clearing.

There are no shelters

in the Ligurian woods."

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"A path leads
among bare forms
and weary trees.
A sleep
in which man is only an idea.

 

Placid
the stones watch me
 

it is typical of these woods"

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"Rest lightly,
like unhurried time.


Dream


like the breath of beech
in winter nights."

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