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  • dead images. Usually tradition in Naples and suburbs is keep images,about  family and friends dead, near statues of Virgin Mary and Jesus
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  • a woman in Naples suburbs with her son image killed by camorra
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  • a Padre Pio statue in Naples suburb
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  • Virgin Mary statue in Naples suburb.
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  • inside a home in Naples suburb
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  • Jesus statue in Naples suburb
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  • religiuous procession in Naples suburb
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  • Naples suburb, Vesuvius on background
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  • A Jesus image in Naples suburb
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  • statue in a home in Naples suburb
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  • religious procession in Naples suburb
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  • A woman during a religous procession
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  • Sacra Periferia/Sacred Suburbs
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  • A man killed by the camorra during a religious procession
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  • a man with a tattoo. The saint that will put drug.
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  • a man in a room used like religious site
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  • Boys with banner of Virgin Mary in Naples suburbs
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  • a boy smoke a cigarette in background a rood
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  • a woman with a rosary
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  • a Jesus and Padre Pio images in a recreational association
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  • Virgin Mary statue in Naples
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  • a man called Jesus in Naples. He is a illegal parking.He is devoted
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  • An abandoned boat.<br />
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The protagonist of this work it is, at the same time, the main absent: the man.<br />
The man in his social and communal dimension.<br />
The contexts designed and arranged to encourage communication, play, participation, respect, sharing, skills development, become no  - places unable to perform their function. <br />
The silent nature appears the only creature really and irreducibly faithful to the vocation involved in its essence.<br />
Their state of neglect, decay times, recalls the waiver insane man / citizen called, by its nature, to express themselves and build.<br />
The only faces represented are those mediated by the eye of the artist: a film, a stone statue .. as if to say that the true humanity still exists only in the eyes of those who seek beauty.
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  • Valongo, Oporto suburbs<br />
An huge urbanization was abandoned. The Municipality has no money to demolish this building project wich was once presented as the region "Brasilia", the new city build from zero.<br />
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Valongo, subúrbio do Porto<br />
Mega urbanização abandonada. A autarquia não tem fundos para proceder à demolição deste projecto que chegou a ser apelidado como a "Brasília" desta região.
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  • a train crossed a land near a basketball camp.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..<br />
<br />
I get away, I run, I go. I greet everybody and go.<br />
Where? Alone? With whome?<br />
Which faces I will meet on the way?<br />
It will be cold, it will be hot?<br />
There will be the sea or the countryside?<br />
Too many questions. If don’t start now, without thinking about it, maybe I will not ever again.<br />
I saw trains passed. I dreamed with my head pointed up, where there was flying a plane. Where it were going? It didn’t matter.<br />
The idea to leave was enough, because I was in jail, because every things around me was looked and could not find escape routes.<br />
Yes, I want to travel. At the risk of finding myself imprisoned in a shabby suburb in Krakow, or blocked by the cold inside a house in London.<br />
I want to travel, go, jump on a train or on a plane and take the fear away with me.<br />
Why this exact moment is now or never.<br />
Because even in the worst, most wretched places in the world to find you the look of a girl, a bird in flight, steal a conversation on the phone. And I have something to tell. To myself, to others. I can raise my head and say, “I’ve been there, I saw, I heard.”<br />
And now I’m travelling. My train runs on a line of shadow, hidden from the eyes of the world.<br />
I will stay just the time that i will need. Time to take a breath. The time that the eyes devour that portion of the light that is called “world”.<br />
The time to be myself, to the end, at least once in their lifetime.<br />
Before of put a good dress, get out of the shadow line and let me wet from light.<br />
Before finding my best smile and say, “Here I am. I am here.
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  • A mountain road between Bosnia and Serbia.<br />
The shadow line is a trip, a trip losing myself, looking for myself.<br />
Like the romance “the shadow line” by Joseph Conrad (1917).<br />
I was in Italy, England, Bosnia, Montenegro, Serbia..<br />
It isn’t a reportage, it isn’t a story.<br />
It is a searching..<br />
<br />
I get away, I run, I go. I greet everybody and go.<br />
Where? Alone? With whome?<br />
Which faces I will meet on the way?<br />
It will be cold, it will be hot?<br />
There will be the sea or the countryside?<br />
Too many questions. If don’t start now, without thinking about it, maybe I will not ever again.<br />
I saw trains passed. I dreamed with my head pointed up, where there was flying a plane. Where it were going? It didn’t matter.<br />
The idea to leave was enough, because I was in jail, because every things around me was looked and could not find escape routes.<br />
Yes, I want to travel. At the risk of finding myself imprisoned in a shabby suburb in Krakow, or blocked by the cold inside a house in London.<br />
I want to travel, go, jump on a train or on a plane and take the fear away with me.<br />
Why this exact moment is now or never.<br />
Because even in the worst, most wretched places in the world to find you the look of a girl, a bird in flight, steal a conversation on the phone. And I have something to tell. To myself, to others. I can raise my head and say, “I’ve been there, I saw, I heard.”<br />
And now I’m travelling. My train runs on a line of shadow, hidden from the eyes of the world.<br />
I will stay just the time that i will need. Time to take a breath. The time that the eyes devour that portion of the light that is called “world”.<br />
The time to be myself, to the end, at least once in their lifetime.<br />
Before of put a good dress, get out of the shadow line and let me wet from light.<br />
Before finding my best smile and say, “Here I am. I am here.
    001.jpg
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