Fantasima of Garfagnana: The Voice of the Past

 

A ghost is the shadow of a love too strong to fade, the echo of a pain that still scratches the silence, begging to be heard.

1. I am the wind that brushes against you

I was here, or perhaps I still am. The sun burns my face, but do you still feel the pulse of my memory at sunset?

2. The dust carries me away

Now only the echo of forgotten footsteps remains. Every crack whispers my name, every shadow holds my breath. Can you hear me?

3. I will fly away, but I will remain forever

I am wind, I am light. I drift away, yet I do not vanish. I feel the freedom, the weight of the sky upon my wings. Will you follow me?

 

Some stories are not written with ink but carried by the wind. The Voice of the Past is a triptych that narrates the silence of those who have been forgotten and the pulse of those who still long to remain.
Memory layers itself within dissolving forms, clinging to the outline of a face, the walls of a place, the flight of a shadow. It is a dialogue between presence and absence, between what fades and what continues to throb in the unspoken.
Here, the invisible takes shape, the past demands space, and light becomes the voice of those who have none. One image after another, it lets us slip into a time that has never truly closed.

Analysis of the Three Images of Fantasima of Garfagnana

Some stories cannot be told with words; they are breathed in the air, hidden in the shadows of trees and the walls of forgotten places. The Fantasima of Garfagnana is not just a triptych; it is a wound dissolving into light, a memory refusing to fade. It is the face you can no longer see but still feel beside you.
There is a suspended soul in the first shot, an apparition defying time. Then comes memory, the place that guards whispers and untold stories, immersed in the dusty pink of nostalgia. And finally, the flight: the moment when everything melts away, when the wind carries off what remains, leaving only the beating of a wing against the sky.
This is not just an image; it is an emotion that moves, blurs, and transforms. It is the song of a soul longing to be heard. Now, close your eyes. Can you hear it?

Structure and Composition

The triptych is built with a visual narrative that traverses three distinct moments: apparition, the place of memory, and ascension. Each polaroid is connected to the next through a carefully balanced use of light and fading effects, creating a symbolic progression between presence and absence.

Colour and Technical Choices

The use of double exposure and chromatic overlays in warm tones (yellow, orange, pink) enhances the atmosphere suspended between dream and memory. The contrast between the ethereal figure, the architecture steeped in time, and the bird in flight suggests a transition from solidity to dissolution.

Meaning and Poetics

Through the interplay of light and matter, the triptych reflects on the persistence of memory and the transformation of identity over time. The work does not tell a linear story but evokes layered emotions, conjuring the melancholy of what once was and the weightlessness of what fades into the wind.