«AUF AUGENBLICKE DURFT ICH SAGEN: VERWEILE DOCH, DU BIST SO SCHON»
[J.W. Goethe - Faust]
But istants can't be staunched. And our job is the most gorgeous among illusions.
LUCA SOLA was born in Terni in 1977. He studied Humanities at Perugia University and took the Photojurnalism Master Course at Istituto Superiore di Fotografia e Comunicazione Integrata (ISFCI – Rome). Professional photographer since 2003, he is engaged in EDITORIAL and CORPORATE photography.
A SMILING HUMANITY WHO FELL TO THE GROUND AND CHIPPED A TOOTH
These are the words of a friend. I asked him what it was that we had witnessed in the first days after the earthquake that hit the Italian region of Abruzzo in April 2009. Thinking back to my friend’s answer, I now realise that his words are suitable for any situation that puts me face to face with human suffering, be it a mourning or a protest. No matter if the pain was caused by the loss of a job, a broken promise or an unrecognized right; whether it is the consequence of a war or a famine. We need to ask ourselves where the smiling, sad, angry, selfish or caring man is hiding himself. That is the man we have to look for when the pain bursts out and shatters the suffocating bubble of normality, which has turned into a numbing cage in Western countries. Into a painkiller. As long as that man keeps hiding himself, I will continue to do my job. And if one day there’s no need for it anymore, I will be very happy to farm a beautiful potato field.