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Blues. Autoritratti “minori”
My father, lost among the blue stripes of the sofa at home, with his honey-colored guitar slung under his arm, completely absorbed and immersed in semitones and harmonic progressions. I, a young girl, captivated by that music that slid into soft, minor tones, offbeat and subdued. The Blues was the music my father always played and listened to, long before this memory that has never faded from my mind. Blues, from “to feel blue”: in English, to be melancholic, to feel blue. Melancholy is a contemplative emotion, with blurry, indefinable boundaries. Its identity suggests—never defines—sensations destined to remain vague, nuanced, muffled. And for this reason, it compels us to question, to seek answers.
Melancholy likely runs deep within me, rooted in those days on that sofa, but it was only through photography that I managed to observe myself through the blue filter of that sentiment. This book, with its perhaps predictable title, Blues, holds the journey of exploration and discovery I have developed over the past five years through self-portraits and personal reflections that, I hope, are never self-indulgent. Enjoy the journey.
