“Non è un semplice ritratto, è un’ umanità che urla. Non vuol essere vista, vuole essere sentita”
There are moments in the life of each of us when the linearity of things is interrupted- it breaks, dragging away all hope to make room for the cumbersome weight of anguish.
I'm talking about those difficult moments that we've all been through: those moments that explode inside with their mixture of anger and disillusionment.
You would like to scream.
You would like to shout your anger to the world, to let out that scream that you feel swelling inside and that you can't let out.
You need to give birth, maybe the only remedy to that pain that you feel inside...
Michele Mattiello wanted to sink his hands into that scream.
He sank his hands into this gesture of emotional catharsis, a dividing line between intimacy and a self-therapeutic act, recording its physical and bodily nuances, dragging us into a deadly empathic work.
Those nameless bodies that emerge from a darkness that reeks of hell, individuals who "lay themselves bare" to get rid of the evil that devours them, are poignantly moving. The author leads us into these "laid bare” figures with dignified skill.
These are ordinary people, strangers who agree to share their discomfort with the lens of the author.
This intimate sharing experience is beautifully emphasised by the author through the use of the photo transfer technique (known to most as the Polaroid transfer or emulsion lift).
Mattiello adapts it to modern printing media, detaching the image from the support as a sort of atonement gesture: the image becomes skin, it takes on the burden of that pain by detaching itself from its original body to deposit itself on a sheet of watercolour paper where each of us, looking at it, will find a little of ourselves.