Sara Capaliku - Underground

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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.

Zef Paci