Frame - Simple Portfolio Post

Massimo Innocenti, december 2010

Blue,like the infinity sign which draws the viewer to it, like Hesperides’ garden where grew the golden apples trees grew, here I am in front of the photographs of Giovanni Bigazzi. Images that dominate any possible violation of the suggestion and that scan this deafening noise that only the silence of twilight can feel. Sinking like shadows, these new shots of light leave the disorienting moment to the point of not feeling anything but the sense of the possible limit that divides the time from its own moment. Amazing photographs sweetly slumbering in their own uncertainty, till the point of arousing a dark desire that stays among the shades of night. At night they appear disjointed, almost confusing the twilight with the dawn, to accommodate the geometry with the melancholy. Bigazzi learns more and more of the gentle atmosphere until it touches the awakening and hides it with the endless sleep of the earth. He captures this sound and plants the invisible outstanding arch that pulls the secret wind of dreams and from that he chooses the highest contrasts of the vault of heaven. Giovanni has learned to freeze its dynamic mnemonic tangle and he has made clear his amazement, looking between the lines and shapes of uncertainty, the possible reason of life. These pictures are blue, and do not hide anything about Blue, but they let us taste every subtle fading of blue, till searching, among the streams of the pavement, that clear light that only the night lets us see. These photos give the darkness a possible clarity of the shadows, holding the magic enchanting declaimer of September stars, of red gleams until the last curtain of private houses falls. Bigazzi’s pictures all rise up from the road, on the other side of an imaginary line that Giovanni with great skill allows us to glimpse, by scanning them up to a sublime consecration of a celestial advent: a blue line of a sign. Looking at these pictures, I feel out of time, and indeed, they suspend my time to a far cornerstone of the horizon. In these shots I can see the sign of order and imperfection, and I perceive my own story, a bit like meringue. But like any limit, it forces me to remember the end, leading me to that clear patch of sky reflected in the puddles, that like the last foot, before the race, refusing to move. Water and air, road and field are the emotions, but also represent the place of these blue impressions, photographs raked in the night, between the wet appearance and the warm lighting of everyday quadrants. Giovanni has put everything in these shots, but most of all he has dipped into his heart till he reached the poetry of “Life of Heaven”, from which he was able to capture only the essential move that has given the right reflection. These photographs are the face of suspension and if you observe them you can discover its eyes, and the face of the night will be next to it, like Giovanni has been a companion and a seducer till he has discovered their purpose.