Description
Summertime Blues
Summer is a state of mind, it is made of warm and enveloping hues, saturated tones and pastel colors; I chase it intensely for nine months and when it arrives I let myself be overwhelmed. “Summertime Blues” is a collection of visual memories of my recent summers, it was born out of a period of recovery after long winters that severely tested us, it was born out of the barren, sunburned landscapes, tanned skin and clear cloudless skies, in the warm summer light where time expands and rhythms slow down, it is the time of quiet and slow living. This feeling of placid euphoria always turns into a kind of melancholy and malaise when this chapter ends, and the images I have collected speak for themselves: lonely characters scanning the horizon, the colors darken, the sea becomes nostalgic, and the towns on the coast depopulate. It is a somewhat melancholy eulogy of the magic and beauty of the summer now over with the bitter realization that “There ain’t no cure for the summertime blues.”
