It all started at a service station. It was there that I happened to meet Emo Formichi during a refill, and it was there that the urge to know him, to learn more about his work and his life began.
This was followed by two years of meetings in his workshop. At the first of them I immediately decided what would be the guiding idea of this narration: trying to grasp what lay before, behind, and after his sculptures. To turn my lens on Emo, on the gaze that sees his creations vibrating even before being constructed; on the hands that assemble the pieces so knowingly and spontaneously; on the peasant’s life lived with his characteristic passion, which lets him hear the voice of his Val d’Orcia, with its animals and its landscapes, echoing even in mechanical junk piled up on a dump heap; on that light in his eyes, the satisfaction of a man who, despite his decision to reject some aspects of the market, has been seen, acknowledged and appreciated by authoritative representatives of the world of Art (above all, the friendship and esteem of Mario Luzi).
This story, then, is what I have managed to record visually and to organize on the narrative level, in the hope that the final result will be still another way to approach the figure of Emo Formichi.
What will remain indelibly imprinted in me, in addition to the friendship that has developed, is the gaze – alive and melancholy – of a man who, at the age of 88, is still fighting against time, forcing it to grant him enough to realize all of the ideas that still flood undaunted through his mind.
The photographic narrative is fully included in the volume "EMO FORMICHI. Un racconto fotografico di Tamajano / un film di Francesco Faralli", Edizioni Polistampa, Firenze. (read more on amazon)