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WHAT IS LEFT
I lost both my parents during the Covid pandemic.
I could not be there when they were dying.
I could not celebrate their funeral.
I was able to enter their house only many months after their death.
To repeatedly look for the fragments of their presence.
In what was left.
In what still remains.
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"The author takes us on an introspective journey where memory intertwines with oblivion, and the present confronts with absence. Her photographs, filled with poignant melancholy, speak of indissoluble love, a bond that death cannot break. The images of her parents' house are a place where memory is a wave that continually breaks on the shore of the present, an empty stage where objects recite a monologue on absence.
The light entering through the windows, caressing curtains and sofas, touched countless times by hands and bodies, draws an indelible imprint, an echo of presence that continues to reverberate. Three shopping lists, on crumpled pieces of paper, yellowed by time, seem like chapters of an interrupted story, a family ritual now suspended where every need for the family will remain indispensable forever. Unfulfilled desires floating in the air. Each line is a piece of a puzzle that the author tries to put back together, an attempt to make sense of the chaos of absence.
And then a small watch, frozen in time, marks the passing of time, a time that seems to have stopped right there, at that moment when everything changed. Through Tiziana's eyes, everything is transformed into a powerful symbol of an existence that continues to pulsate. Fragments of a larger story, pieces of a mosaic that the author delicately reconstructs.
'What is left’ is not only a personal testimony, but also an invitation to reflect on the fragility of life and the importance of honouring the memory of our loved ones.
The author courageously shows us that mourning is a long and complex process, made up of moments of despair, time to get back on track with life, and moments of newfound serenity. In an age dominated by the immediate and the virtual, Tiziana Selva's work reminds us of the value of slowness, contemplation and silence. Her photographs invite us to pause for a moment, look inside ourselves and make sense of what we have and what we have lost.”
Sara Munari
Photographer and visual artist
Professor of History of photography and Visual communication