ELSEWHERE
Elsewhere is a long stretch of time that resembles to solitude.It is that process that leads to a victory, that turns the mere passing of time into the making of time. Like the making of a decision. Like a book whose ending has yet to be written.It is a vision, some sort of live hallucination, that brings together the reality and the wish.The life of peonies, always the same and always different, discoloring on their way towards an end. The eye that follows the time passing, the mind getting lost in a purposeful search of the value of time itself.There is a quest here, that follows the sun, its rays making it a day, rebuilding anew from what it was and no longer stands for its past unity.Elsewhere is the definite wish to be indefinitely somewhere, where the heart desires and live.
notes on elsewhere
Elsewhere is a collage of moments and feelings.
Shot entirely (film and pictures) during the first lockdown in my Parisian flat at the time, it is only interrupted by visions from a far away island (Stromboli) which represents flashbacks of life, as I intend it.
I have collected the sounds on my way back home, to Italy. Once out of my four walls I was able to just roam the nature and my country, which is where I picked up sounds as if they were wild flowers: touching in their uncouth simplicity.
The bowl, I broke it, along with the rest of my beloved glasses throughout those 2 months in which my apartment shrunk and I, as Alice, became too big and large and clumsy.