Chiaroscuro
"Even in the silent emptiness of the Theater, light became for her the only sign of life; light falling on things… In her images your gaze follows the movement of light as it pulls things out of the shadows, gives them form, breathes life into them, but equally, through its inevitable progression, recedes, so that things return to a world of shadow and then disappear… Looking at Alison’s photos we are led into the silence and feel the emptiness… Shadow, light, again shadow and once again light: a path that leaves you thoughtful, but also inspires hope, for the life of the Theater, and... for us".
From Light to Shadow, Shadow to Light – catalogue essay by Farida Simonetti
- 1. Chiaroscuro 9h30 © Alison Harris
- 2. Chiarosucro 12h42 © Alison Harris
- 3. Chiaroscuro 16h45 © Alison Harris
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- 12. Chiaroscuro 12h22 © Alison Harris
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- 14. Chiaroscuro 15h04 © Alison Harris
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- 18. Chiaroscuro 12h39 © Alison Harris
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- 20. Chiaroscuro 11h12 © Alison Harris
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- 22. Chiaroscuro 15h33 © Alison Harris
- 23. Chiaroscuro 10h39 © Alison Harris
Il Vicolo Galleria d’Arte, Genova, 2010
The theatre is a familiar landmark. I often walked by it, not paying much attention to its weathered facade and hulking mass, thinking it was an abandoned building. I had never gone inside until one day a friend who had the key invited me to join her and have a look around. Later she told me it was her way of inviting me to photograph the theatre, since she knew I would be captivated by its mood and space. It was like walking into a Piranesi print or stumbling around an ancient ruin: only the faint fluttering of trapped pigeons disturbed the silence. I asked if I could spend time in the theatre to photograph it before its restoration. My friend smiled and said keys would be available and I could come and go at my leisure.
I decided to let the light lead me around the space, revealing thresholds, dusty fingerprints on damask upholstery, and pained masks. All the masks in the theatre are tragic. The architect forgot to include the smiling masks of comedy. Abandoned staircases rose toward empty dressing rooms and blacked-out windows. Faint streaks of light picked out a dark wooden upright in the orchestra pit holding up the floorboards of the stage... I focused on the upright, liking its abstract quality and also the evocative Italian expression for orchestra pit— il golfo mistico.
Seeing is complex. During the process of photographing the theater I realized that my initial desire to document the space in a straightforward way had merged with a more abstract desire to mark time by following the play of light over a period of two full days. The result is Chiaroscuro.
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