
( ... the painter Hans Pascoli has refreshed the color of his mural "Aleramo Adelasia and in the forests of Rocchetta" and then the horse took the trot ...)
Sometimes I do a tour of the old houses in the old town of Rocchetta and sometimes I bring the camera to begin with the recognition that I intend to be an ideal time . Rocchetta, I turned up and down during the years of childhood and, bearing in mind always the same, looking at her I realize that there have been several changes.
Fix it with a photograph regularly can help me to better understand these changes and to discover the messages of culture that came before us. Signs just decipherable fragments of writing, signs difficult to read, like writing of the urban fabric that calls for a more careful search, but all other readings to more well-targeted.
In some old photos taken in Rocchetta and published in our magazine, I see amazing views of the country that I still find the same, real artifacts that survive in our midst, unaware and which give us a shout in the past.
What I always start in the country is like a travel-writing in the archeology of the landscape, an attempt to get off the various layers of reality "to read the signs hidden under other signs, and to collect as many stories as possible and save lives by river of time, remove from the wave of oblivion. " Rows are read in a book by Claudio Magris (Infinity travel) that I find apt for my trip to Rocchetta ideal because "a place is congealed time, multiple time. It is not only its present but also the maze of different ages and times that are intertwined in a landscape and make it up. "
then I try to experience assigned to the sense of possibilities rather than to the reality principle, as it happens to find by chance, in a hint of a pergola, that fresco of 1990, already faded in the bud, and to Aleramo Adelasia fleeing on horseback who painted Gianni Pascoli. Remember a legend still told that our grandparents and Rocchetta has it tattooed on his skin like the other murals painted in those years.
While speaking to restore these murals that have moments of notoriety in Rocchetta, I across the country with my pace and rhythm of the houses look to see if they have something to say.
Chiarlone Bruno - February 2, 2006
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Fix it with a photograph regularly can help me to better understand these changes and to discover the messages of culture that came before us. Signs just decipherable fragments of writing, signs difficult to read, like writing of the urban fabric that calls for a more careful search, but all other readings to more well-targeted.
In some old photos taken in Rocchetta and published in our magazine, I see amazing views of the country that I still find the same, real artifacts that survive in our midst, unaware and which give us a shout in the past.
What I always start in the country is like a travel-writing in the archeology of the landscape, an attempt to get off the various layers of reality "to read the signs hidden under other signs, and to collect as many stories as possible and save lives by river of time, remove from the wave of oblivion. " Rows are read in a book by Claudio Magris (Infinity travel) that I find apt for my trip to Rocchetta ideal because "a place is congealed time, multiple time. It is not only its present but also the maze of different ages and times that are intertwined in a landscape and make it up. "
then I try to experience assigned to the sense of possibilities rather than to the reality principle, as it happens to find by chance, in a hint of a pergola, that fresco of 1990, already faded in the bud, and to Aleramo Adelasia fleeing on horseback who painted Gianni Pascoli. Remember a legend still told that our grandparents and Rocchetta has it tattooed on his skin like the other murals painted in those years.
While speaking to restore these murals that have moments of notoriety in Rocchetta, I across the country with my pace and rhythm of the houses look to see if they have something to say.
Chiarlone Bruno - February 2, 2006
