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"Beigua Natural Park"

Studies on a liminal condition.

"And so you will tell the stones the stories of the trees, and the trees the stories of the stones.

Thus you will know the stories of men, who carved the earth in honor of that terrible god, to whom they dedicated the name of the highest mountain." 

 

Started in 2023, the project gathers a selection of images of the Beigua Park, the largest protected area in Liguria.

The work investigates the park as a threshold place, a quality inscribed in the territory itself, which faces the sea and opens toward the inland.

The double nature of Beigua, a resurfaced seabed and today a wooded mountain, is reflected in the human presence that has inhabited it over the millennia, testified by a network of rock engravings and by the link to an ancient pre Roman deity (Bego or Baigorix) whose meaning remains open to interpretation.

The work enters into dialogue with the animistic vision of these ancient peoples, rendering it through a contemporary gaze mediated by suggestion.

There are no shots of the engravings themselves, only of the places that host them, suggesting that the sacred here resides in the territory more than in the single sign.

Through natural details, the photographs render that sensation of crossing and liminality that permeates the entire area. 

"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 a

nd sacred beasts,

leads

where man

is but an idea.

 

Placid,

the stones watch me,

it is typical of these woods."

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"Confused, I wander

in the lands of the fathers.

Crawls the suspicion

of an imminent night

that smells of earth and mud.

I beg you, mother,

milk from me

every drop of scorn

for this ungrateful land,

where the scent of grass

comforts

and outrages."

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