In photographer Vittorio Ciccarelli‘s series, Invisible, one looks upward into the summer sky and sees all of that blue, blue, blue. The squares succumb to the purest shades of sky. It becomes two-dimensional, all perspective falling away, and brings absolute comfort.
Ciccarelli, from Naples, Italy, “conducts experimental research in the field of photography.” In much of his work there is a pining for wide and panoramic natural spaces.
Invisible is very quiet, very still. The colors are polished by the sun at an unreal time of the day, a manufactured afternoon in some bright pastel summer dream.
The sky hue is such a forceful and demanding backdrop. It gulps the cropped bits of buildings, streetlamps and other signage that dot each image–the famous Golden Arches cutely gleam at the bottom center of one photo.
Ciccarelli has an architect’s eye. Each shot holds an agile symmetry. He carefully arranges the contrasting angles to jut and cut into the sky as it stretches untested across the frame.
Born in Arizona, Eli Jace left the desert on a whim for Boston and wound up following the covered up and detoured paths of journalism. He doesn’t know how this happened. He’s written for The Berkshire Eagle and Somerville Scout before moving to New York City. He works for the New York Post and writes for Independent Music Promotions and Quiet Lunch.