Reflections (seen once more) on everyday melancholy in the form of one-piece chairs

 

It is a visual collection of silent presences: one-piece plastic chairs, photographed across Italy, forgotten or waiting.

 
They are commonplace, interchangeable objects, sometimes overlooked. But if you look at them closely, you realise that each one is a postscript left in

the landscape: a final note, a trace that says something that had not been said before.

In these images there is melancholy, but not sadness.

There is a longing for what has passed and the delicacy of the smallest gestures: someone sat down, waited, looked, loved, left something behind.

 

Then they left.

 

The chairs speak. They are small, empty yet profound islands.

 

They capture the (many) small moments of solitude that we all share.

 

Untold stories, lives barely touched upon, fragments of ourselves that remain in the places we pass through.

 

Small gestures, such as sitting down beside someone to listen to them. Every photograph is an invitation to slow down, to observe, to remember. And perhaps to write your own postscript.