PROJECT BY GIORGIBEL

Blues, Minor Self-Portraits My father confused between the blue lines of the sofa at home, with his honey-colored guitar under his arm, completely absorbed and immersed in semitones and harmonic turns. Me, a little girl, enraptured by the music that glissed the sound in minor, soft, out-of-tune tones. Blues is the music my father always played and listened to, even long before this memory never faded in memory. Blues from “to feel blue”: in English to be melancholy, to feel blue. Melancholy is a contemplative feeling, with blurred boundaries, impossible to decipher. Its identity suggests-never defines-feelings destined to remain vague, fuzzy, muffled. And because of this it forces one to question, to ask oneself questions. Melancholy probably has deep roots in me from the days of that sofa, but it was only through photography that I was able to observe myself through the blue filter of melancholic feeling. This book, with perhaps even the obvious title, Blues, holds the path of inquiry and discovery that I have developed over the past five years in self-portraits and reflections that are personal but, it is my hope, never self-referential. Have a good journey,