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out and inside us.
It could be only a photo, a phase of the picture. a bidimensional
mirror.
no.
Monica Bani wants more. she doesn’t want to photograph, she doesn’t
want to tell, not only
Monica wants to know what’s inside…
inside the water.
and at a certain moment, here’s the pendulum exhausts its strength
and starting the back’s fall that moment is already gone, that
precise moment, unique, during which the wave’s water becomes
backwash and decides to go back to the sea, the visual description
becomes substance, and the reality is thre—dimensional depth that
opens a comunication’s door.
which are the pictures that speak from inside, from inside the water?
by which visions are created the voices we hear when the water runs?
when the water plays? when the water thinks?
the water thinks and does it in all shapes, she holds and let you
float, she evaporates and comes back again, in short she wants
something, but what?
Monica has started talking with the water and through this exibihition
she becomes interpreter bewtween us and…
waterPaolo
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