Soft Waters

Tramonto, Italy 2023

Soft water

This place in the Italian mountains smells of earth and plants, shrouded in mist by a cloud resting on the ground. I have been visiting my friend here regularly for ten years; I am given an insight and allowed to participate. Much of what we eat comes from our cultivation; the soil here is cool and nutrient-rich. It takes and gives, and what grows here tastes wild and full of love.

Tree Creature I, Italy 2023
Tree Creature II, Italy 2023
Paramount, Italy 2023
The smoke, Italy 2019
Costa is blowing out the birthday cake, Italy 2019
Silvia dancing, Italy 2019
The dance, Italy 2018
Bianca dancing, Italy 2019
Silvia and friend laughing, Italy 2019
Foggy tree I, Italy 2023
Foggy tree II, Italy 2023
Veranda, Italy 2024
Piemonte II, Italy 2024
Piemonte I, Italy 2024
Above clouds, Italy 2024

Mountains have a way of leading upwards. They climb along rivers that do what they do best, through forests that mock our mortality, over rocks that will never give way, and the only thing left to do is ascent. You hear yourself so clearly and sink into evenings with music and people you love. You dance or are silent together: around the chapel and the cemetery, at weddings and funerals. You think about family and tradition, red wine and olive oil, and friendship. Will I recognise myself when I get to the top? Will it be high enough there?

Monte Mars I, Italy 2021
Monte Mars II, Italy 2021
Monte Mars III, Italy 2021
Autumn forest in Fog I, Italy 2024
Soft water I, Italy 2023
Soft water II, Italy 2023
Soft water III, Italy 2023
Costa in the old kitchen, Italy 2016
Fir tree in fog, Italy 2023
Autumn forest, Italy 2024,
Foggy landscape, Italy 2023
Autumn forest in Fog I, Italy 2024
Autumn forest in Fog II, Italy 2024
Mystical forest, Italy 20217
The art of the deal, Italy 2021

Just before the summit lies the Santuario di Oropa, also known as the shrine between heaven and earth, a place of pilgrimage where the Black Madonna lives. The surrounding rocks whisper of the local textile and rice trade, architecture and prayers, droughts and storms. They know everything that binds and destroys us, making us friends or enemies. To be mist once, intangible and defying everything, just floating. But what would I be missing?

Text: Torsten Schwick, Berlin 2024

Il cimitero, Italy 2014
The arrival, Italy 2014
Santuario Oropa, Italy 2023
Portrait of Costa, Italy 2018
Sculpture, Italy 2018
Six Cappels, Italy 2016
Autumn forest in fog III, Italy 2024
Autumn forest in fog IV, Italy 2024
Autumn forest in fog V, Italy 2024
Autumn forest in fog VI, Italy 2024
Autumn forest in fog VII; Italy 2024
Autumn forest in fog IX, Italy 2024
Autumn forest in fog VIII, Italy 2024
Comune di Campiglia Cervo, Italy 2024
Rozassa, Italy 2023
Monticchio, Italy 2023
Stone pit, Italy 2023
Via Oropa, Italy 2023
Damage to the road surface, Italy 2023
Picnic I, Italy 2017
Picnic II, Italy 2017
Picnic III, Italy 2017
Orangerie, Italy 2014
Flowers, Italy 2015
Vase, Italy 2015
Costa and flowers, Italy 2016
Oli in the mirror, Italy 2016
Candles, Italy 2016