In every city there are one or more Lost and Found Offices, where what has been lost is deposited while waiting for its owner to come looking for it. Very often the most disparate and unpredictable things remain there for years gathering dust, never to be asked back, as if in a time box.
In this spirit I propose here my personal Lost and Found Office: Like the cleaner in a train carriage at the end of service, I have gone about collecting what has been lost or is misplaced, whether in a narrow sense, such as an English fan’s scarf, or a group of balloons abandoned near an underground station, or in a more extended sense, such as the expression of a banner-bearer at the procession for Our Lady of the Arch, or the feet sticking out of the blanket of a lost homeless person.
There is poetry in the bewilderment, both in the sense of losing oneself (“…e il naufragar m’è dolce in questo mare…”), and in the most disparate objects reduced to wrecks beached in the ravines of the city.
Thus even the photographer’s eye gets lost behind the details, the analogies, behind the obvious or the strange, thus rightfully becoming part of the Lost and Found Office.
Fascinating Lost and found but who will ever come to claim these objects – or subjects for better say: only your expert eye can catch them and save from oblivion
Grazie Lucilla, il fatto è che anche il mio “occhio esperto” ormai è un oggetto smarrito….