15 - 19 may 2012
Curator: Edi Hila, Zef Paci
This set of photos was conceived during “a tourist” trip of the author, somewhere
in the Europe, there where you are given the opportunity to see a wide plethora of
landscapes and architectural styles. Based on this intensive experience, Sara has left
aside everything from the image which is openly and proudly displayed to the public and
has gone down to explore and fix the underground image.
I remember having read in an article of “Frieze”1 magazine two years ago about a
personality of the British culture who had said that reading footnotes was like “having
to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love”. The exhibition
in question seems to have been established as a negation to this attitude. Saying this
I mean that this girl throws her glance exactly at the footnotes. The reasons for this
choice might be various. Bearing in mind her young age, it might be a reaction to the
aboveground reality which is extremely rich, charged and overpopulated, in finding
underground a spirit of privacy. She takes pictures by believing in the importance of this
element as truly real and not at all superficial. And through her regard at this direction
(footnotes) one can understand more at depths the aboveground reality (the text), in
this case, the one which is to be found above stairs leading to the toilets. In my opinion,
this approach and attention is the purpose of this set of photos.
It is a regard on the underground not only as an emergency place but also as a resting,
venting one’s wrath and confession place in the course of a trip. Anyway it is one of
the rare places nowadays which even when travelling, you are alone and can enjoy
a complete privacy. It is a place where you can recover yourself, have a look around,
make yourself tidy and beautiful and do a bit of thinking calmly (to a certain extent).
Frequently, they have been called restrooms. But this is exactly the moment where
ideas and findings show up. It is the moment of finding ambiguous figurations by an
unbiased regard. It seems also to be an interesting place, as it happens, not rarely, to
people who enjoy the intimacy of these toilets to leave various messages there. At these
places one can find communicating codes, announcements, signs and transcriptions of
venting anger, feelings and passions which are usually suppressed because of reason,
a venting of wrath which remain anonymous, but which reveals a great desire to be
opened like in confession rooms, although quite often not getting an answer to what
has been written.