MEMORY OF THE EYES

an introduction written by Mosé Previti

The eye crosses the space, its presence is the presence of the self. The perceived space is not fixed, it does not simply stare, it is not a blank page: indeed, there is nothing objective in the look, it is completely at the mercy of the world.

The world, in turn, waits for providing us it's answers and being shaped by our conscience. A changeable and shifting image of reality takes shape in our eyes: the camera captures this rendezvous with the aesthetic awareness of art and the psychological imprint of our existence.

In accordance with these assumptions, Sara Cucè worked on her project “Memory of the Eyes”; an intimate and moving visual diary. The artist left her homeland, Sicily, and has been living in London for eight years.

Within her work, you can recognize streets and interiors of the British capital but they are seen through a powerful transfiguring lens. Each picture is accompanied by a caption. These captions cannot be considered as a simple illustrative element, but rather they are a complement to this autobiographical investigation which, when found in photography, is a perfect means of expression.

The highly contrasted black and white of these pictures is like a radiograph; where the transparency and the mishaps of reality are captured into a continuum between the artist’s soul and the world. This dynamic dialogue refuses to focus on a fixed sight. The blurred images are loaded with information, the spectator has to reflect and investigate on what they are looking at, while they search for the author’s meaning.

Certainly, identity is one of the main themes of this work. Nevertheless, this identity is not made of flags and nations:

Sara Cucè does not claim memories or roots from her homeland, instead she problematizes herself inside the urban space. The myriad of signs, writings, characters, lights, and places that she captured are full of an increasing pursuit of meaning.  The knowledge in her sight conceptualizes and amplifies what is real. Her diary is the evidence of her overcoming the sense of isolation and loneliness, typical of our times. Here in black and white are two emotional categories, two polarities of a nomadic look, which are shaping their way across the extremes of a flux of conditions. Therefore, the artist magically finds these signs and characters, that seem to indicate what her path is worth, and her impressions are clear.

A black and white striped man looks at the spectator from what could be the platform of a station. We do not have any clues to understand where we are at this moment. On the other side, this character in his dress with make-up and a pair of gloves is absurd and inscrutable. The writing “FOUND” dominates on a building behind him. This picture is livened up by a striped reflection, reminding us of the pattern on the man’s dress. However, the spectator still cannot figure out the plausibility of this scene. It is an epiphany, an omen, an oracle. Sara Cucè adds these words in the caption “FOUND. Have you ever felt like this before?”. She questions herself and us about the meaning of being, a tautology comes out from this question, a perfect magic correspondence which quietly recedes somewhere else. The human presences are wrapped into the informative and relational space. There are no portraits, but deconstructed figures, profiles, and shadows. Although it is impossible to bring them into focus, they are still loaded with their decisive moment, within the oscillating and ultrasensitive imprint that captured them.

“What if…anything could be more meaningful?” is the title of the self-portrait of the artist and it may be also the manifesto of her poetics. Sara Cucè’s visual diary, indeed, is an autobiographical journey in soft tones developing through a multiple-presence slow rhythm. Furthermore, it is also the manifesto of the peculiar art of relating to everything, the art of being always prepared for each possible meaning of reality. The artist's life shines through her photography, which leads us to take again a new journey into the world that created it, into the changeable and never-ending memory of our eyes.

 

 

Mosè Previti

Fate
'I am rooted but I flow'
The geometry of solitude
How to get away
Let me be / a place called home
must.now.elsewhere.where?
This body is no one's home
state of mind
Underwater - 8
This body is no one's home II
The veil / To build a home
This body is no one's home III
city(e)scape

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