"Me miserable! which way shall I flie
Infinite wrauth, and infinite despaire?
Which way I flie is Hell; my self am Hell"
John Milton, 'Paradise Lost'
Hell#1 - The Fall
Hell#2 - Through the Fear
Hell#3 - The Great Fire
Hell#4 - The way out
Hell#5 - Enter Hell
Hell#6 - No return
Hell#7 - Visions – The stake
Hell#8 - Visions – The Demon
Hell#9 - Visions – The other me
Hell#10 - …and nothing more
In the town where I was born in Northern Italy, an ancient pagan festival connected to rural culture called Giöbia or Giubiana is still celebrated nowadays.
On the last Thursday of January the puppet of an old witch, metaphor of the past year, is burnt as a propitiatory rite for the new year.
Whilst shooting these photographs I could not help but abandon myself to high school memories of Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, John Milton’s Paradise Lost, tales by Poe and Lovecraft.
At the same time, recollections of horror filmography crossed my thoughts too.
Feeling the strong heat of fire on my face and my hands and the mud under my boots, the mind wandered towards fantasies inevitably linked to the idea of hell.
The pictures you can see here, as well as a short story that is unpublished to date, are the synthesis of my journey through these thoughts, a work of editing that has been refined over three years (2015-2018).