The son of family.
Love shatters the heart...
Was this what my father was thinking when he planted that scarecrow in the
vineyard?
This is the starting point of my investigation on family, on the way I relate to others
and my relationship with the places I live in.
From this perspective, reality no longer follows conventional rules of space and
time, but it is shaped by my emotional experience, which redefines places and
affective relationships according to its own priorities and beliefs that are not always
true.
What began as a game has suddenly taken a completely different turn revealing
itself to be a concession to the stubborn and spoiled gaze of the son to whom all is
allowed, out of love out of fear out of awe.
The image bows to the little despot changing formats and colour hoping that
accommodating his tantrums a place in the continuation of the species will be
secured.
Love shatters the heart and perhaps keeps the wild boars away from the harvest.
For more visit the blog: www.thesonoffamily.wordpress.com
-Lorenzo Vecchio-
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