Poems and photographs from Michele Farinelli
“People live and mark their existence in the silent voice of their remains.”
Whether we’re shutting out the light at close of day, or wandering the slick cool streets in a perfect moody urban nocturne, Kevin Moraczewski’s photographs create a portrait of slowly-shifting lonely hours.
Aren’t we surrounded by noise, loud music, excessive parties and gatherings, all so as not to listen to the silence, the inner silence of our loneliness?
Most of my videos are of lost and forgotten places, and while visiting these places I have often pondered the people that once inhabited them. Who were they…where are they? To a large extent they are here. These are the inhabitants of my “drowned worlds.”
These works are the expression of such unusual phenomena that I think is created by the everlasting accumulation, or piles of time that are embedded in the process of forest growing.
“I know that part of my attraction to a lone old car on some quiet urban street or sitting out in the desert is because it plays into a fantasy of a time after the car.”
The dowry becomes a cathartic process of mourning, remembrance and consolation.
More and more, Pennhurst’s amazing true story is is becoming buried. I like to think my little film is helping keep it alive.
Poetry and photography by Cristina Finotto, of the Po delta.