Looking at a map, an island gives us the illusion of being a small world of its own. With its clearly defined borders, it seems to contain a society impermeable to the passing of time and the seasons, easier to decipher because it is sheltered from the changing complexity of the world. But this is a mystification, especially since, like Sicily, it lives sheltered beneath one of the most forceful and unshakeable imaginaries a place so small has ever managed to create. Behind the island "constructed and reconstructed by books, films, paintings, black-and-white photography" there is today a new one, hidden, but no less real for that. The urban and metropolitan one, the one of landings, the one of wine and tropical fruit. A Sicily sometimes invisible like the poisons that Europe's second petrochemical hub discharges into the sea and the air. Like the migrants arriving in Lampedusa, kept at a distance from the trajectories of tourists and locals. Far from trying to explain it, the pages that follow gather postcards from this new Sicily. They are blurred images, because the subject is in great motion. Because Sicily too is moving and, yes, changing.
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Looking at a map, an island gives us the illusion of being a small world of its own. With its clearly defined borders, it seems to contain a society impermeable to the passing of time and the seasons, easier to decipher because it is sheltered from the changing complexity of the world. But this is a mystification, especially since, like Sicily, it lives sheltered beneath one of the most forceful and unshakeable imaginaries a place so small has ever managed to create. Behind the island "constructed and reconstructed by books, films, paintings, black-and-white photography" there is today a new one, hidden, but no less real for that. The urban and metropolitan one, the one of landings, the one of wine and tropical fruit. A Sicily sometimes invisible like the poisons that Europe's second petrochemical hub discharges into the sea and the air. Like the migrants arriving in Lampedusa, kept at a distance from the trajectories of tourists and locals. Far from trying to explain it, the pages that follow gather postcards from this new Sicily. They are blurred images, because the subject is in great motion. Because Sicily too is moving and, yes, changing.
