[…..] It is worthwhile to underline how our view of nature, which we like to consider as an inherent fact (“natural”), is actually a cultural product of the industrial revolution. (Lewis Baltz, Texts)
This book stems from the fact that I’ve never had a strong fascination with Nature. I’ve no doubt there are many benefits that the contact with Nature produces, also because I enjoy it too, but not always and not in any case. That pleasure for me is not unquestionable and it’s not a constant need. I would say it’s not something certain.
Over the last twenty or thirty years I have perceived in the western world an progressive acceleration of interest towards all that is green or “natural.” This acceleration has produced a mass phenomena that, as such, have gone out of control. The “need” for nature has quickly become a great vector of communication.
In my opinion, today Nature is a matter of wellness, it’s mostly an effect that a lot of people are seeking rather than an ideal dimension. Something to get, somewhere to escape, something to sell. However, I’ve always thought that our relationship with nature is something personal and individual rather than collective.
I began walking with my camera looking for a way to question these matters, trying to suspend my judgement about what I was looking at, trying to use an entomologist’s eye. What caught my attention were the less striking expressions of these dynamics, the ones that silently blend in with daily life.