A certain feeling of precariousness

The existence of men and things is afflicted, or perhaps blessed, with a high degree of precariousness; life itself is change, if only because it goes through different stages, and is nevertheless finite.

No matter how hard we try to achieve stability and security, often with apparent success, in the end we still remain the ‘Animula vagula blandula’ in the face of the impermanence of being and the whim of fortune.

Personally, I have always been convinced of this, but not particularly distressed, I like to think of this uncertainty as a sum of paradoxical events whose unfolding I follow with curiosity.
With this spirit, and a certain dose of superstition, I have collected and put together this selection of different images, taken in different times and places, but united by the attempt to convey a certain sense of uncertainty without over-dramatising.

There is the precariousness of a nighttime wait or that of a sulphurous accordion player, the soaring of a seagull or a bucket that seems precariously leaning on a broom, someone making sand sculptures for passers-by and glaring at the photographer, or someone sleeping on a bench and only the soles of his jogging shoes can be seen like the feet of a poor Christ.

I wanted to use nine light-hearted images to arrive light-heartedly at the only stability we can reach: the last one.