[Photographer, b. 1943, Scandiano, Italy, d. 1992, Reggio Emilia, Italy.]
…a man photographed is always no more than a photograph.
Instead of accepting the challenge of complexity, photography shunted itself into a tight corner—the reproduction of itself.
Certain maniacal aspects seem dangerous to me: photography as the aphasia of seeing, the antechamber for the anaesthetization of the glance, the need to be original and creative at all costs, the desperate search for the new and for a trademark…
Instead of seeking to introduce new situations and ways of working, photography has moved into a phase of obsessively reproducing itself. (1985)
Photography has become an opaque layer, thick with images that are superimposed on reality itself—the debris of our age…
Photography is a great adventure in thinking and looking, a wonderful magic toy that miraculously manages to combine our adult awareness with the fairy-tale world of childhood, a never-ending journey through great and small, through variations and the realm of illusions and appearances, a labyrinthine and specular place of multitudes and simulation.
I have always felt that photography is a language for seeing and not for transforming, hiding, or modifying reality.
Many people, when writing about photography say that it always shows what we already know—that which is common knowledge. I think this assertion should be corrected to say instead: photography always shows what we think we know.