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?
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.
I feel I share a common interest in subject matter with Delano, and have traveled to many of the same places – just in very different times and circumstances.
“I am driven to document my surroundings to try to find a sense of place in the world.”
An art exhibit comes to rest in an abandoned New Jersey Neighborhood