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House of the spiritis in Marechiaro, Posillipo Naples

For the moment we are studying each other from afar. She breast-high, gazing toward the horizon as if waiting for the next shot as she always has. I’m on the other side, as always. A little bent, a speck compared to her. If I had a grain of her strength, perhaps we would understand more each others. Even without having to look for so long.
The resistance to the time. To the rage. To the elements. To the human being.
To know and to be able to stand against many adversities is not for all. Of course now I can not see her in her glorious appearance. In her imperial look. I can imagine it. Only.
She is there with this sort of crumbling teeth and rough skin. So rough that it seems that also the outline is lost. Stone by stone, century by century.
From the inside I do not see anything. Every crack that I observe, to the more intimate, from my distance is a black space. A vacuum that could may be filled from everything and anything. And the legends want that in this dark space is full of spirits. Perhaps these spirits, invisible and eternal, always held that piece of history that my eyes are seeing now slapped by one of the many tides that had to oppose.
For an imperial villa of 21 centuries old, a wave more or one less makes little difference.

Slip into the heart of Naples is almost a habit for many people of Naples ever. No matter who, how or why you decide to slide under it. The point now is “when” it gets. You can run 33 meters under the ground, you can push tens of meters away from this city at that point and never go outdoors. You will come in contact with many traces of which Naples remained buried there, or painted or engraved on tuff.

But only in a hidden basement of Naples you can walk away of 24 centuries from your everyday life. I write about a point, but maybe it’s a line marked by a door that seems to me one of those space-access that you see in movies or imagine in the books of Wells. In an alley, a door, no frills, no billboards. Without ceremony. Immediately after the threshold, the stairway leads you down to the first level. For many small items you realize you’re still around 1600. The pipes, the tracks of the tank, the well over there and the stairs for the well cleaners. But with one eye you see a black hole in the bottom left corner behind you. You feel that the time goes there. Or maybe it comes from there. I can tell you exactly.

Few steps, few bricks forming an arch and in the background the words of Carlo are telling us where tecnically we are. The when we see with our eyes. And in a way we feel it on our skin. The damp smell, the mushrooms. The drops of water coming down from who knows where and who knows when they have left their mark on the ceiling and wall. A white trail, like that of a snail, but a trail now calcified that looks like a giant hanging coral constantly growing.

There, 2,400 years ago (year more year less) during the Greek Neapolis someone built this tomb. A Hypogeal precisely, a “below the hearth” that can still be reached today only from here, in 2010. From the Sanità.

From 4 to 6 November 2010 Casamone hosted the participants of the photography workshop organized by the group Photonapoli.
During these days, the photographers visited the city and some of its neighboring areas to learn about some of the many and conflicting facets that make Naples unique.
The fast-paced program full of milestones has catapulted them from an extremes of the city to another and its program making them discover hidden places also  in the eyes of the most curious.
This group met for three days and three nights in our B & B in Chiaia and it came from all over the world: France, United States, Colombia and obviously the Neapolitans themselves that wanted to know, or sometimes discover, another Naples.
Together, they faced topics such as composition, developing a story and approach to subjects in solo mode or confronting each other and with teachers Nicolas Pascarel and Giorgio Cossu. The last evening was organized in the Casamone’s living room a projection of selected images during which each participant presented his work about Naples following the analysis of the teachers.

“Roof, a live movie” is a work in which film, dance and drama are interwoven between the layers of the city.

The scenarios are the terraces, windows, domes that surround the roof where the public is seated and which is equipped with binoculars and headphones to follow the scenes that take place at various distances.

For 45 minutes the performance is transformed by changing perspectives, language and dynamics: the staging of the actors, the film quotes and dances susseguno planes and different distances. The actors “playing” with each other and with all quelgi elemnti uncontrollable as the gulls, the neighbors that face, clouds and lens planes flying over the scene and the sounds of a city that suddenly every day.
To hear the interview click here.