Chiarchiàro is a sicilian word means a desolate place full of stones; impervious place, desolate of stones and sorghum. The Polaroids with their semantic trace value, a positive snapshot of the world, defined my experience inside the island of Alicudi. Photography freezes for an instant that appears intimate. The representation of self was the achievement during the shooting, in between existence as a person in relation with the ambient feedback. Everyone creates fiction, can a memory be that fiction? Not one of us is what it seems. We rearrange our memories to match our present understanding of ourselves, not to respond correctly to the past. Forget is the way of not being blind?
