Daniella DiCarlo

Daniella DiCarlo

Dana Stirling

The Smallest Dandelion | The Smallest Dandelion is a reflection of the past and present. It’s a narrative that expresses the conflicting feelings that are coming of age while also dealing with mental illness. The once beautiful world— full of desolate landscapes and a distant subject. I use my cousin as my muse to express these unprocessed feelings of depression and loneliness that I experienced as a middle schooler.

They say sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never harm you— I always thought they hurt so much more. My cuts healed and scarred, but my mental wounds would forever haunt me. There were words from everyone and everything; the world just seemed a lot meaner as a 13 year old then it had been when I was more compliant. This, on top of other things, led me to start struggling with my mental health.

I started The Smallest Dandelion project in 2019 when I was 21. I had just started going back to therapy and my little cousin had just turned 11; she and I had always been close. I was still trying to process the trauma that I experienced when I was her age; even as an adult I still had a fire burning inside myself for the way people had treated me and the way I had treated myself. It was apparent to myself that when I looked at her all I could seem to do was reflect on how it had all made me feel. So I let myself try to process those feelings and accept the person that I once was.

Dandelion is a metaphor that I use often, that refers to the resilience of someone who feels like they do not belong. The smallest dandelion may be small, but she is nothing to underestimate. She isn’t a fully grown dandelion, but there exists a resilience in her as it does in all dandelions— there exists the same resilience in myself that I see in her. Now, as a stronger dandelion with deeper colors, I stare alone in the mirror; even though it has been years, even though I’m almost entirely over her, in the deep reflection of the soccer fields, I see the smallest dandelion inside every little girl running through that patchy grass and white clover. When I stare into their eyes the reflection in their expressions look much like my own. I see the little dandelion I once was and I give myself a second chance. danielladicarlo.squarespace.com

Valerio Polici

Valerio Polici

Dana Stirling

Interno | The initial reflection for this project started from the age-old debate on the relationship between image and word, questioning the possibility of creating a body of work that was not subject to a script. I therefore began to collect images, allowing my eye to move freely while maintaining a certain rigour, both in terms of composition and space.

Each photo is taken indoors, hence the title, out of a personal obsession with the concept of the home as a psychic rather than architectural artefact. In the drafting of the narrative fabric, I looked for links that are not immediately comprehensible and that bring out something unresolved, a certain tension. The result is an open work that does not need an instruction booklet but invites contemplation. www.valeriopolici.com

Pierre Folk

Pierre Folk

Dana Stirling

By the Silent Line | As an odd reminiscence, all across Europe stand vestiges of its Industrial Revolution. During the 18th century, as population kept on increasing, new techniques were developed to produce more, faster and at a lower cost. This wave of radical changes culminated in the development of railways, which gave a strong impulse to the entire economy by reducing distances. One of greatest vestiges – however unknown – of the Industrial Revolution lies in Paris. La Petite Ceinture is a dormant railroad track, a 32km path surrounding the city of light. Its construction, seen as an invitation to progress, was decided in 1852 by Napoleon III. Traffic reached its apogee with the Universal Exhibition featuring the Eiffel Tower in 1901. However, its operation wouldn’t survive the automobile revolution, nor the advent of the underground system. Indeed, urban passenger service discontinued from 1934. Oddly enough, it hasn’t gone to wrack and ruin as the infrastructure has been maintained in condition. As a river, its shores constantly change over time, but it persists. Grasses, flowers and small trees sprout from its bed. The vestige has become a boundary on the fringe of society. An intimate place, where past and modernity make their acquaintance.

Mankind has influence on its own territory in many ways. Human actions such as technical paradigm shifts, or urban tissue redesign, transform our surroundings. As by-products of these transformations, residual spaces can be found in the interstices of our habitat. These are generally qualified by society as wastelands. Indeed, to rational & functional minds, residual spaces appear as wasted and as an inevitable parasites to useful and organized ones. There is however, in this ephemeral state and in the uncertainty of its outcome, an unusual poetry. To that purpose, By the silent line focuses on a metropolitan scar carrying history: la Petite Ceinture.

This long-term project is a way of maintaining the memory of a landmark and to give thought to our ability to constantly question, reconsider and transform our territory. www.pierrefolk.com

Nikos Papangelis

Nikos Papangelis

Dana Stirling

Daedalus (against walls) | Daedalus was imprisoned by king Minos in the Labyrinth - a maze that he himself had built by order of the king. But the legendary architect later managed to find an exit from the Labyrinth and flew away.

This body of work is an attempt to map my emotional world - an attempt which accompanied from the very beginning the psychoanalytic sessions I started attending in 2015 in order to deal with my anxiety. Over time, the process of recognizing certain patterns in my stories, memories, fantasies and my dreams has offered me a unique perspective; it has been truly fascinating to explore the mysterious ways in which these parallel realities are being interconnected.

I soon started facing these realities, along with my personal fears and the conflicts lying behind my angst, as substantial yet separate fractions of what I have been calling “myself”; they seemed to compound a familiar complex network that I have been tirelessly building up for many years. Nonetheless, the more I realized the extent to which I have been trapped in this involute construction, the more I wanted to break free. This triggered a strong desire to discover what’s outside of this deceitful structure; I wanted to discern the form of the orderless chaos that comes with the freedom I have been seeking after - I thought that it was about time to confront it or even manage to embrace it. nikospapangelis.com

Renato Silva

Renato Silva

Dana Stirling

The end of the line | The end of the line is a personal interpretation of Berlin’s city edges.

I’ve been wanting to somehow do a portrait of this city for quite some time, after a couple of years of my arrival. I was not sure what or how. The city Center was not so appealing as it was extensively photographed already. So one day I had this idea of letting the trains define my Berlin borders.

The project was born in the Winter of 2012 with the aim to investigate and document the surroundings of the big metropolitan area of Germany’s capital. Setting this as the main goal I then decided to ride until the last stations of the main subway network, the U and S lines. These would take me sometimes really far to towns such as Strausberg or Bernau, which are mostly unfamiliar to people that live within the central area.

Once there, I would stay hours, days or even weeks having the difficult but rewarding job of registering what in my perspective was important to build such a body of work. The unpredictability is the big and main responsible for the next image that I was to create, turning left or right is sometimes a big and demanding question for a photographer who’s ambition is the old tradition of discovering and shooting the unknown.

The photographic approach aims to combine the documentary with portraiture, and other visual elements collected over the course of this project. The highlights and key elements of this extensive effort are, offering alternative perspectives and reporting on these unnoted places.

There are not many reasons to be interested in the suburban area of Berlin, maybe to start a family and buy a house, mainly because you can’t afford a bigger place in the city anymore, or it’s Summertime and people just want to go to a lake.

My work started of pure curiosity. How does Berlin really look like? Berlin is huge and for a big part is made of little villages that came together, that’s why sometimes in some neighborhoods you have the feeling that you’re not in a city anymore. The main difference is that most of people are more open and used to foreigners as opposed to the outskirts where Berlin is not a Melting Pot anymore and prejudice and racism goes hand in hand. filhoun1co.wixsite.com/theendoftheline

Christian K. Lee

Christian K. Lee

Dana Stirling

Armed Doesn't Mean Dangerous | In the United States Gun ownership is a constitutional right, however history shows us when African Americans assert these rights they are infringed upon.

This fact was witnessed in 1967 with the introduction of the Mulford Act. It was a California bill that targeted members of the Black Panthers who were exercising their rights to open carry. In order to fully obtain the American Dream I feel a deep passion to exercise all of the rights granted to me including my Second Amendment rights.

In my hometown of Chicago, IL, USA, I routinely saw negative portrayals of African Americans with guns: Black men there and in the rest of the country were associated with gangs and criminality, and guns were always deemed dangerous in their hands.

But at home, I saw a positive, responsible side of firearms ownership: My father was an Army veteran and a police officer. I became a gun owner myself — one of the 24 percent of African Americans who report owning guns, according to Pew Research Center. They, like me, are comfortable exercising their Second Amendment rights.

The point of this project is to recondition myself, and others, toward the more positive view of Black people and guns: to promote a more balanced archive of images of African Americans with firearms by showing responsible gun owners — those who use these weapons for sport, hobby and protection. I hope these photos bring that important point into focus. www.christianklee.com

Kuba Rodziewicz

Kuba Rodziewicz

Dana Stirling

Endless Summer | The photos are the result of immersion in the ordinariness of young people, animals and places captured in moments of love, beauty and humor, without looking for anything exotic in them.

Youth, adolescence, friendship or love, in the light and color of Israeli cities, influenced strongly, like a distant memory of an endless summer. kubarodziewicz.com

Michael Thompson

Michael Thompson

Dana Stirling

Nothing Ever Happens here | Nothing Every Happens Here is a photo series about my life while living in Southwestern Pennsylvania. The majority of these images were taken just an hour north of the Mason-Dixon Line, an hour south of Pittsburgh and located in the center of the rustbelt, Fayette County. This is a personal series seeing as it contains images of friends and family members living their day to day lives, some days being good, some horrible, and some being just days.

With its location, it can rightfully be assumed that Fayette County comes with a slew of drawbacks that keep the community in a state of arrested development. Opioids are putting half of my friends in caskets while putting food on the table in another friend's home. The job market is declining to the point that it is financially & emotionally healthier to live off of government checks, or to get money off of deviant activity.

With that being said, this place does have its silver linings, its small rewards that that keep Fayette County from becoming a ghost town. The cheap cost of living (being the main reason), also family and friends are so tightknit here that some young adults don’t see a reason to ever leave, no matter how difficult life becomes the community will stick together. The expression goes “people grow up to become products of their environment” I don’t know how true that expression is, but I’d like to believe it holds some weight when discussing the people of Fayette county. The historic architecture that can be seen throughout the county is a perfect representation of the people who live here; Monuments to how much neglect a community of people can take and still remain strong. www.knowcashvalue.org

Leonardo Fiori

Leonardo Fiori

Dana Stirling

Radici | Radici (Roots in Italian) is a photographic project I made between 2020 and 2021, exploring areas not far from home localized in the valley of Garfagnana, my homeland. I decided to produce this series mainly as a work of personal contemplation, more than photographic documentation of abandoned places per se. In fact, I was driven by the desire to meticulously observe what I consider the remains of a past that today is mysterious to my eyes and at times incomprehensible. The places shown in Radici were once regular houses, huts, or metati that, abandoned to themselves, have now become silent altars belonging to a past that we can only observe. leonardofiori.it

Guillaume Tomasi

Guillaume Tomasi

Dana Stirling

A Bloom in the Eye of the Storm | When I became a father, I immediately embraced my new responsibilities. Providing a healthy environment for my children at all times is a high priority for me. Childhood is a short period of time, yet it defines us and follows us to the end. Being able to enjoy watching your children grow is a privilege I could not give up.

This opportunity is unfortunately precarious and significantly affected by the consequences of our impact on Earth. The tension that comes from our alarming situation is constantly presented in the media and absorbed daily by our children since their birth. How can we build ourselves with all these anxiety-provoking messages as a guide? The shelter that I maintain above their heads, preserves them from this reality that is gradually becoming clearer, allowing them to enjoy the pleasures of life, in case the storm comes to tarnish their innocence. guillaumetomasi.com

Dmitriy Vasilev

Dmitriy Vasilev

Dana Stirling

Demarcation | Everything alive exists in harmony with nature. Erich Fromm wrote that human consciousness, mind and imagination destroyed ‘harmony’ that was essential to the primal existence. Because of having them humankind became freak of nature. A man is at the same time a part of nature and above it so they always remain homeless

At birth a man is one of the most helpless creatures in the world and they need help for a long time, but even then they can change nature and bring it under control. Nature has become dependent on human’s activity but a human is still utterly helpless in the face of it. My project reflects my thoughts about ambiguity of relationship between man and nature and my attempts to find the line of demarcation separating us. I am observing my interaction with nature, my state of watching it along with feeling vulnerable. vasilevdmitrii.com

Raymond Thompson Jr

Raymond Thompson Jr

Dana Stirling

Playing in the Dark | I have harvested the power of the sun for my most recent series of self-portrait lumen prints, Playing in the Dark. This work comments on the nature of photography as a scientific process and the role photography has played in reinforcing America’s racial caste system. More importantly the series asks the viewer to look deeper, by purposely deemphasizing my body with various levels of dark tones and colors. My body is not easily consumed in this work. I used the lumen printing process, because the way images are rendered on the surface of the prints creates a shroud that forces the viewer to investigate at close range. The series consists of silver gelatin prints that have been split toned with selenium.

I was inspired by African American photographer Roy DeCarava’s printing technique, which focused on underexposure, soft papers and an incredible range of dark and gray tones. DeCarava was awarded a Guggenheim Fellowship to complete his book. “The Sweet Flypaper of Life.” In this work he focuses on everyday black life in Harlem. He purposely avoided the imagery that was typically published of blacks that focused on the extremes.

In Teju Cole’s essay, “A True Picture of Black Skin,” published in the book Black Futures, he argues that DeCarava’s darkroom printing palette reverses the power structures associated with the white gaze in photography. “The viewer’s eye might at first protest, seeking more conventional contrasts, wanting more obvious lighting. But, gradually, there comes an acceptance of the photograph and its subtle implications: that there’s more there than we might think at first place, but also that when we are looking at others, we might come to the understanding that they don’t have to give themselves up to us. They are allowed to stay in the shadows if they wish,” Cole writes.

Cole connects DeCarava’s work to philosopher Edouard Glissant’s thinking that surrounds the word “opacity.” In his writing, he claimed a space for the rights of minorities not to be defined by others’ definitions and the right to be misunderstood if they wanted. “Glissant sought to defend the opacity, obscurity, and inscrutability of Caribbean Blacks and other marginalized peoples. External pressures insisted on everything being illuminated, simplified, and explained. Glissant’s response: No.” www.raymondthompsonjr.com

Frances Bukovsky

Frances Bukovsky

Dana Stirling

My creative practice is grounded in where identity and my physical body intersect, with an emphasis on my experience as a chronically ill, disabled, and queer person. I create bodies of work that explore how these aspects of my identity relate to the external world, focusing on my connection to familial support systems, inhabited environments, and medical documentation.

Photography has become an integral practice of healing and self discovery that is central to my artistic expression. My intention is to facilitate conversations about health and disability with vulnerability as a catalyst for empathetically considering broader perspectives.

Themes of privacy within a medical and disability context arise throughout my work as I create images of intimate and emotionally charged moments. By making work in both home spaces and medical environments I encourage the viewer to consider illness as existing beyond a hospital setting, and as something present in the day to day lives of individuals managing ongoing disease.

I use multiple photographic processes in order to approach my personal experience from multiple conceptual perspectives. This allows me to simultaneously highlight the complexity of living inside current societal structures while managing multiple incurable diseases, as well as problem solve how to make invisible illnesses and symptoms apparent in a visual medium. The processes most prevalent in my work include self portraiture with a traditional lens, a variety of film and digital formats, and lumen prints incorporating my personal medical archives.

My work attempts to offer a nuanced view of chronic illness that goes beyond common perceptions of sickness to engage in conversations around the inherent humanness of disability and disease. www.francesbukovsky.com

Sergio Dominguez

Sergio Dominguez

Dana Stirling

The Zahorí | According to the Spanish Royal Academy, a zahorí is a person that has the gift of discovering what is hidden. Employing simple elements, such as a pendulum, it is said they can detect radiations or magnetic fluxes emitted by entities.

Between the limits of document and fiction, “The Zahorí” continues the research that Hugo Caro started back in the 60´s, through his photographs and instruments of dowsing.

This connection between the physical and the spiritual world raises some questions about the nature of the photographic image: Is there a link between the photograph and the person who is photographed? Is the damage (or the cure) of the representation transferred to the represented? Does any of the referent remain in the photographic image? Science denies these practices and relationships, but perhaps, as Borges said, in the architecture of the universe there are unreasonable cracks that we cannot explain. www.sergiodominguez.com.ar

Vasiliki Stamou

Vasiliki Stamou

Dana Stirling

GOOD ENOUGH | Mother good enough. It’s a piece of art trough which I’ am willing to approach the relationship between mother and daughter, it is considered to be important, many-sided, defining, unnegotiable. The starting place of that photographic depiction was my own personal chase and impulsive consideration about the relationship between me and my mother.

Each photograph is an aspect of reality that describer that unique bond.

Winnicott first ever brought in the meaning of “good enough” mother who covers the basic needs of her child, but not all of them, she let’s to be autonomous. She makes it possible to become mature and self. Contained during adulthood. She is neither deficient nor very kind.

Each mother should face the shadows of her own past and complete against them giving real love to her child, she can find the balance between delimitation of her own behavior and the affection that giver to her child.

In that relationship nothing is considered to be given and defined from the beginning. That kind of emotional tie is alive. it is being modified, contextually but mother is always “there”. It’s a cycle of life during which mother turns into daughter and daughter becomes mother. Τwo leading rules in a woman’s life.

That internal pursuit drove me to visit women who attach themselves to that unique relationship, shooting them at their homes, as they are mirrored in my eyes, complicating a dreamy reality balancing between their own reality and my personal imagination.

Harry Rose

Harry Rose

Dana Stirling

Tales From the Road | In 2011 I lost my father to prostate cancer and since then, without fully realising, I let myself fall into a deep depression as I let the grief take a hold. His loss became an anchoring point for all the negative things I felt about myself and the world around me. I was in my first year at university when I lost my father, surrounded by unfamiliar faces in a place I was a stranger to. I found the entire experience to be one of uncertainty and instability. I was still figuring out who I was as an openly queer man navigating a world built for heterosexuals. When I graduated, I threw myself into jobs and experiences to help myself become a success, determined to make something of myself to help ease the pain of what I went through in my early 20s.

Seemingly, my feet never touched the floor. From one job to another, relationship to relationship, I looked for father figures in partners, friends and bosses who simply weren’t up to the task of being what I so desperately needed, a guide through life. A male figure that could understand the feelings I was feeling. I realised that this pursuit for answers on how to live life turned back to the past and I emulated the best characteristics my father had. He was a selfless and enthusiastic man who gave so much energy, time and love to those who deserved it. He was a high school teacher at an all girls school. The impression he made on so many was only fully realised by myself when he passed away, with an outpouring of stories from current and past pupils, saying how much he made them laugh and feel like they could achieve things in life. When he was in hospital before being transferred to the hospice for end of life care, one of the nurses caring for him was a past pupil of his. She told my family it was an honour of hers to give him the care and support that he had given so many. This in itself, as I write, is enough to bring a tear to my eye on how strange, beautiful and unpredictable life can be.

My dad also lost his father to prostate cancer when he was 21 and at university. The parallels of history repeating itself in our family felt tragic and unjust. What made my fathers experience of cancer that much heartbreaking, is that he had lived through it before as a son watching his father slowly pass away. This level of knowing your own fate and the impact it would have on your children and partner whilst being helpless with an incurable disease, truly breaks my heart.

I did my best to repair this broken heart by adopting as many of my fathers positive attributes as I could. Giving my time to people, colleagues, friends and as many people as I could until there was nothing left to give myself. I inevitably filled the whole of losing my father with spending money on clothes, food and drugs. Gaining weight, pushing myself into a deeper depression without knowing what I was doing or anyone around me to tell me what was happening. With the help of friends and a new partner, I was able to address the negative things I was doing to myself, one by one dismantling them until I reached the hardest task of them all, the grief.

After talks with friends and my partner throughout lockdown, I felt I was ready to cast this weight off and let it be carried off with the tides. I wasn’t just cutting off the grief, but the suicidal thoughts and my low self esteem. A new physical horizon was needed, to help build a new one inside of myself. Nobody needs this pain I carry around with me, least of all my father. I want to be better, I want to look upon the world with a learned yet hopeful face. So we packed up our things and headed north, to live on the road as digital nomads.

It was on a walk in Perth, Scotland before our trip began where my boyfriend and I had our first deep conversations about my father and my guilt of not being able to save him. The Christmas before his last, for some reason I went to my room and cried as the rest of my family were laughing and enjoying themselves downstairs. I stil, to this day, don't know why I was crying. Perhaps it was a strange understanding that this might be the last, carefree time my family would all spend together, with all members present. It's in that moment, which I guilt myself over. I knew something bad was coming, just not what. Dad had had back pains for some time, which transpired to be a symptom of his terminal prostate cancer. My boyfriend stressed how I couldn’t have known or done anything, that it wasn’t my fault. With this being the first time I felt able to open up about these feelings, we packed up our things and headed for the open road.

The photographs and words that follow are both a personal diary as well as a travel journal, as I navigate the feelings I have been harbouring and the winding roads and paths at the end of the road. harry-rose.format.com

Andrea Alkalay

Andrea Alkalay

Dana Stirling

Landscape on landscape | The series is an observation into the notion of landscape, which is defined variously, within a gamma of changing ideas about " place". In one of its meanings, is the natural space admirable for its artistic-scenographical aspect. We experience it according to our perceptual capability. We see what we know.

I am interested in the idea of nature as a cultural construction and the composition of a new landscape with other readings.

The relationship between photography and the landscape is insufficient, considering that lens can capture neither the experience nor its magnificence. I explore the illusory of a natural landscape image and its chromatic decomposition, transferring what is caught by sight to the codes of another system (RGB).

The series introduces a dialogue between figuration/abstraction where the real and the manipulated overlap.

In the foreground is the monochrome scenery and behind, its digital backstage. These double photographs combine opposing codes that attract each other, as the perception of color through its absence or the flatness of paper through its fold.

The chromatic palettes are revealed through pleating the edges or folding for volume the print with another topography, irrupting the natural geography in parallel. The range of colors that emerge seems artificial at a glance, although they belong to the natural world. They are working as a code bar breaking the surface illusion to draw attention to the artifice and materiality of the photographic representation. www.andrealkalay.com

Dana Benoit

Dana Benoit

Dana Stirling

Me Myself and Why | “Me Myself and Why” is a collection of photos that is representative of a time of massive change and shift in perspective in my life, as I navigated stillness and solitude and found joy there. These images capture my longing for connection and often have a sense that someone has just left; a hint of presence lingers. I clear my mind by studying light – chasing it, catching it, in all of its fleeting and seasonal changes. I remain endlessly curious. I find calm in perfectly or imperfectly placed shadows and symmetry.

A period of work, unrest yet too much rest, searching, and observing the landscapes; both foreign and familiar. danabenoit.darkroom.tech

Brittany Severance

Brittany Severance

Dana Stirling

Impressions of Domesticity | Impressions of Domesticity is a series of images that observes the daily rituals of my family. I seek to capture the imprint that they create on the space around them. Through my camera I explore how their inhabitance speaks to their personalities, preferences, and the dynamics of the household inside as well as outside their residence.

These photographs explore the human connection to memory and nature. brittanyseverance.wixsite.com/brittany-severance

Becky Mursell

Becky Mursell

Dana Stirling

Becky is a portrait and documentary photographer based in London. She has studied photography at Speos, London and previously worked in the non profit sector for eight years. In her personal work she uses photography to explore themes of mental wellbeing and family and is increasingly looking to incorporate participatory practices within her work. www.beckymursell.com

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