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Paolo Ventura - Behind the Walls

Paolo Ventura examines the boundaries between truth and fiction, natural and artificial. Building a fantastic atmosphere in which he is the main character. As the presence of Magritte.In a melancholy city, foggy, autumn, ancient, figures in dark suits move a property on the polished floor, wet, with leaves scattered on the ground. The photos are not to stop the action , but simply to recognize the fixity point. Steps, activities work, the wind, the gestures seem to consist of frames in the source as in a dream , born of deep memory, the image , which combines direct and cinematic vision experience.
In this amazing world, inhabited by figures without history, uncertain, forever in their static, Ventura, Paolo (Milan, 1968) recognized the presence. Immersed in the scene hanging space, abstract, intangible. The exhibition presents a series of photographs of a large, retains the style of previous works and at the same time celebrate one more step in the extraordinary originality of the photographer. The artist , who uses fiction to tell the secret truth, secret, underground.

Valeria Ottolenghi

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Maybe your life isn’t the easiest, but a life is a life. If we focus on the bad things in our life then we begin to hyper focus on only that. So if we are always thinking about the bad things, how do we appreciate the good? We can’t.