Moving On

Moving On

Nel luglio del 2019 abbiamo venduto la casa dei miei genitori. Questa breve serie prova a raccontare la storia delle mie emozioni, mescolando immagini e ricordi per celebrare il lavoro artistico di una vita dei miei genitori e la nostra intensa vita familiare. “Moving on“, traslocare e andare avanti, perché gli oggetti si perdono o si smarriscono, ma i ricordi durano.

In July last year we had to sell my parentsʼs house. This short series attempts at telling the story of my own emotions, mixing images and memories, in celebrating my parentsʼ lifelong artistic work and intense family life. Moving on, because things are lost or misplaced, but memories will last.

Mum sewing, with Alessandro and myself watching her
Oil painted by my father, some fifty years ago. This painting was stacked with
hundreds of other art works in my parents' house, which we had to sell - and
empty - in July 2019. I used my Canon EOS RP to document the process.

Mum sewing, with Alessandro and myself watching her


Oil painted by my father, some fifty years ago. This painting was stacked with
hundreds of other art works in my parents’ house, which we had to sell – and
empty – in July 2019. I used my Canon EOS RP to document the process.

Family buttons and sewing tools
At my parents' house, buttons and sewing tools had been inherited from
previous generations of family women, my grandmothers and great aunts.
Rarely would we need to go out and buy provisions when it came to mending
and fixing garments.

Family buttons and sewing tools


At my parents’ house, buttons and sewing tools had been inherited from
previous generations of family women, my grandmothers and great aunts.
Rarely would we need to go out and buy provisions when it came to mending
and fixing garments.

The living room cupboard
When my parents married they rescued furnitures and dishes from other family
houses, before they disappeared forever. They have always been part of my
own family landscape. At home, walls would never be enough to hang new
artistic creations, hence the use of the cupboard to feature one of the latest
watercolor paintings.

The living room cupboard


When my parents married they rescued furnitures and dishes from other family
houses, before they disappeared forever. They have always been part of my
own family landscape. At home, walls would never be enough to hang new
artistic creations, hence the use of the cupboard to feature one of the latest
watercolor paintings.

Mum and Dadʼs bookshelf
Art, history, gardening books and a few novels were the cherished treasures of
this house.

Mum and Dadʼs bookshelf


Art, history, gardening books and a few novels were the cherished treasures of
this house.

One last snack before dismantling the kitchen
No time for proper lunch, and no envy either. It was time to move away years of
family meals cooked and enjoyed in loving company.

One last snack before dismantling the kitchen

No time for proper lunch, and no envy either. It was time to move away years of
family meals cooked and enjoyed in loving company.

Papers and paper
Precious ancient documents and stacks of blank watercolor paper, everything
was stuffed together in drawers and wardrobes.

Papers and paper

Precious ancient documents and stacks of blank watercolor paper, everything
was stuffed together in drawers and wardrobes.

Boxes filled with what we have chosen to move on to other lives are waiting
under summer shadows in the courtyard.

Summer shadows

Boxes filled with what we have chosen to move on to other lives are waiting
under summer shadows in the courtyard.

The warehouse
Painful as it is, storing family things at a warehouse is a way to keep hoping to
resuscitate them in future lives.

The warehouse

Painful as it is, storing family things at a warehouse is a way to keep hoping to
resuscitate them in future lives.

Great-aunt Bice at her first flight
Memories keep popping up. A black and white print featuring my Great-Aunt
Bice on her first flight, July 13th 1930 (so says the caption on the back of the
picture) at the airfield “Gino Cima”. Exactly 13 years later, during WW2, the
airfield was bombed on the night of July 13th 1943, by the RAF.

Great-aunt Bice at her first flight


Memories keep popping up. A black and white print featuring my Great-Aunt
Bice on her first flight, July 13th 1930 (so says the caption on the back of the
picture) at the airfield “Gino Cima”. Exactly 13 years later, during WW2, the
airfield was bombed on the night of July 13th 1943, by the RAF.

On the Moon.
Among tons of many other things, we chose to keep as an omen the July 1969
issue of "Panorama" celebrating the Apollo 11 mission to the Moon.

On the Moon.

Among tons of many other things, we chose to keep as an omen the July 1969
issue of “Panorama” celebrating the Apollo 11 mission to the Moon.