Alessandro Intini

Walking by the streets of my city, the gaze is turned upward for a short time, it is not captured by the beauty of the theater or the white of the historic houses, for years it knows degradation. Step by step, the eyes stop repeatedly on what the light impress on the road: the shadows, the negative of souls. From the top I crush reality, through the "il mio filtro animico," in another dimension. Animate and inanimate make no difference, the city is alive, it changes shape and protagonists. The manhole does not hide but shows a level below, everything becomes "underground", there is no difference between the first floor of a house and the street drawn as a canvas by the light. In this "Divine Comedy" our shadows meet, become stories or remain alone ... as graffiti in the city !!! Reflections from the highest terrace of the province of Bari [70017]