Euro Rotelli
Silentium #8, 2013
archival digital print
40 x 40 cm
edicija 1/5
Series: SILENTIUM
signed and dated
ABOUT THE SERIES Sea creatures, free to swim among algae and corals, in fast and synchronized choreographies, or to move lazily among the sand of the seabed in solitary exploration....
ABOUT THE SERIES
Sea creatures, free to swim among algae and corals, in fast and synchronized choreographies, or to move lazily among the sand of the seabed in solitary exploration.
These images capture our attention, attract us to explore the abyss in the company of their inhabitants or, simply, make us curious to follow their movements, on the surface of the water or on the sand.
But then, in front of the fishmonger's stalls, we forget the floating of the octopus, the darting of a school of sardines or the slow advance of a crab. The environment has changed, erasing its lyrical dimension.
Yet, despite the interrupted life, deposited in those crates full of ice to preserve their freshness as much as possible, they still seem to dance in sinuous and perfect scenographies, communicating in a tragic and mute silence their last breath, their helpless cry, their yearning for life.
Wandering among the market stalls, among the people intent on choosing the type of fish, in front of the calls of the sellers, in the midst of the buzz of the crowd at rush hour, I perceived this invocation of theirs, their invitation to pause, to admire their composed beauty as the ultimate homage to life. The voices around them have suddenly died down, dominated by that mute and desperate cry of an ancient resigned silence.
I could not help but grasp their message, frozen forever in those fixed and glassy eyes, in those open mouths in the last call, in that sinuous movement stopped forever.
Silentium.
Euro Rotelli
Sea creatures, free to swim among algae and corals, in fast and synchronized choreographies, or to move lazily among the sand of the seabed in solitary exploration.
These images capture our attention, attract us to explore the abyss in the company of their inhabitants or, simply, make us curious to follow their movements, on the surface of the water or on the sand.
But then, in front of the fishmonger's stalls, we forget the floating of the octopus, the darting of a school of sardines or the slow advance of a crab. The environment has changed, erasing its lyrical dimension.
Yet, despite the interrupted life, deposited in those crates full of ice to preserve their freshness as much as possible, they still seem to dance in sinuous and perfect scenographies, communicating in a tragic and mute silence their last breath, their helpless cry, their yearning for life.
Wandering among the market stalls, among the people intent on choosing the type of fish, in front of the calls of the sellers, in the midst of the buzz of the crowd at rush hour, I perceived this invocation of theirs, their invitation to pause, to admire their composed beauty as the ultimate homage to life. The voices around them have suddenly died down, dominated by that mute and desperate cry of an ancient resigned silence.
I could not help but grasp their message, frozen forever in those fixed and glassy eyes, in those open mouths in the last call, in that sinuous movement stopped forever.
Silentium.
Euro Rotelli
