L'AGGETTIVAZIONE NEI CONTES DI VOLTAIRE, DALL' HISTOIRE D'UN BON BRAMIN ALLA PRINCESSE DE BABY

In Mario Giacomelli's work, birds are never mere motifs : they are one of the territories where his vision of the world plays out, at once lyrical, abrupt and shaken by the fragility of life. From the agricultural landscapes of the Marches to the windswept plains, Giacomelli reveals their presence as a form of writing made up of traces, sudden appearances and disappearances. Often captured in flight, sometimes reduced to ink silhouettes against an overexposed sky, the birds become graphic, almost calligraphic signs, revealing the constant dialogue between the natural order and the disorder of human action. In these images, the extreme black and white - characteristic of his style - reinforces the tension between appearance and disappearance. The violent contrast is not an aesthetic effect, but the translation of an intense relationship with reality : for Mario Giacomelli, photography consists of bringing about a raw emotion, stripped of any documentary temptation. The birds, captured in an almost pictorial vibration, evoke primitive presences, fragile totems balancing in a changing rural world. In their own way, these images extend one of the Italian photographer's major themes : the inscription of the passage of time on the earth. The bird, a symbol of freedom but also of precariousness, thus becomes a mirror of human existence : fleeting, repetitive, always beginning anew. The oblique lines of the landscape, the furrows traced by the plough, the shadows streaking across the fields compose a score in which the flight of birds introduces a breath, a rhythm, a form of unexpected grace. It is this power of invention - almost visionary - that makes his work an essential milestone in 20th-century European photography.

On connaît principalement de lui les images de cette Italie qu'il n'a pratiquement jamais quittée. Elles ont fait le tour du monde. Des images graves, silencieusement nostalgiques. Cet enfant trop adulte qui passe dans un chemin trop blanc, ces jeunes prêtres qui jouent dans la neige, ces vieillards au seuil de la mort, ces paysages qui se dressent comme des murailles brûlées sont comme les souvenirs d'un temps déjà vécu, un temps d'irrémédiable solitude. Qu'il fût poète et peintre n'étonnera pas. Mario Giacomelli, le maître de Senigallia, disparu en 2000, était aussi un exceptionnel photographe.