AMERICAN ABSENCES

 

If we try to think about the United States, we can’t only think about cities like New York, San Francisco or Las Vegas. It’s an unbelievable Country that doesn’t deserved to be stereotyped.

This project starts from my desire to describe and to narrate an America that is still unknown, an America that is a little less enviable but that’s able to surprise you anyway.

When I took the map I chose a city that was emblematically in the middle of the country, but at the same time it wasn’t a typical touristy destination.

I chose Denver, The Mile-High city, which is in the middle of the United States, but at the same time very isolated and miles away from all the other big cities.

These features made me think about Denver as a potentially authentic and interesting city.

This project was realized taking photos in some suburban streets such as Kalamath St. and Lipan St. .

These streets are characterized by small houses, that are often shabby, crooked and unstable, but at the same time they are very rich of interesting details.

Every house is completely unique and so are the people who live in them. It is known that every house exists as a function of his lodger as it’s true that every lodger shows himself through the place he lives in.

Indeed our absence from the place we live in doesn’t make us feel absent because we always leave a trace of us wherever we go with our objects, our habits, the things we surround ourselves with. And all these elements speak about us and speak for us.

 

 

 

Beginning from these requirements I started my provocation fixing some questions:  Could we deduce some personality elements by showing the place where a person lives? Can we deduce these elements by looking at the façade of a house in the same way we look at the face of a person? Can these houses, through their appearance, speak about  their lodgers?

I decided to stay outside these houses, I didn’t want to cross the threshold of the gates. This choice symbolizes the same behaviour we have when we meet someone new.

So often happen that the first impression we have about someone is the most important, the impression we remember for a long time.

This happen because everybody communicates through their appearance, in the same way as a house can communicate through its façade.

This is my provocation, a throw of dices on a roulette wheels, but I will not express any judgement. I give to the spectator the assignment to have his very own “first impression”.

Indeed I believe that anyone who observes a shrine inside a bath tub in a garden, or a robot observing you on a roof, a skeleton on a door, a house with broken windows, a container on a garden in front of the entrance, could easily daydream thinking about the lodgers of these places, that are part of an unusual America, an America that we have still to discover.  

 

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