Willy Vecchiato’s photograph is black and white. Visceral, absolute and not at all reassuring. He scraps reality in a damnably poetic way.
An intruder who moves between the folds of seeing to free all the slags and the annoying or uncomfortable meanings. ‘The Intruder’ portrays an unexpected place, the unexpected guest who wedges his gaze seducing him with misunderstanding. ‘Chrysalism’ explores the amniotic silence that separates the human being from disquiet and its dark mirrors.
‘Dark mirrors’ offers a landscape of shadows, remorse and breathlessness. Reflected images of an inner descent. Man serves man. There is no need for other worlds. (Stanisław Lem echo).
‘Black Ship’ is the failed odyssey, the surviving need to go beyond life. Beyond the trauma of existence. An useless journey beyond what we already know, the illusion produced by the infinite desire for knowledge, the shipwrecked experiment.
What remains of the ship overwhelmed by fear. Vecchiato shows us the trap: time. The time Machine. The only one that can fill the emptiness of suffering, of guilt. Pain. Above all, pain. They should not be understood. They are impressions. The photos. Everything else is as dark as hibernation.”
–Steve Bisson
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