Looking at a map, an island gives us the illusion of being a little world unto itself. With its well-defined boundaries, it seems to contain a society impervious to the passage of time and seasons, more immediate to decipher because it is sheltered from the changing complexity of the world. But this is a mystification, even more so if - like Sicily - it lives sheltered from one of the most forceful and invulnerable imaginations that such a small place has ever managed to create. Behind the island "built and rebuilt by books, films, paintings, black and white photography" today there is a new one, hidden, but not less real for that. The urban and metropolitan one, that of landings, that of wine and tropical fruit. A Sicily sometimes invisible like the poisons that the second petrochemical pole of Europe dumps into the sea and the air. Like the migrants arriving in Lampedusa, kept at a distance from the trajectories of tourists and locals. Like the outflow of population that gives it the sad record among Italian regions for emigration. A place where extremes coexist, like the neighborhoods of downtown Palermo, where the capital of culture vibrates and the invisible city of crack thrives. Sicily where climate change transforms the agricultural landscape increasingly at risk of flooding and desertification, and some take advantage of it to replace the vine with coffee and avocado. Far from trying to explain it, the following pages collect postcards from this new Sicily. They are blurry images, because the subject is in great motion. Because Sicily is also moving and, yes, is changing.
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Looking at a map, an island gives us the illusion of being a little world unto itself. With its well-defined boundaries, it seems to contain a society impervious to the passage of time and seasons, more immediate to decipher because it is sheltered from the changing complexity of the world. But this is a mystification, even more so if - like Sicily - it lives sheltered from one of the most forceful and invulnerable imaginations that such a small place has ever managed to create. Behind the island "built and rebuilt by books, films, paintings, black and white photography" today there is a new one, hidden, but not less real for that. The urban and metropolitan one, that of landings, that of wine and tropical fruit. A Sicily sometimes invisible like the poisons that the second petrochemical pole of Europe dumps into the sea and the air. Like the migrants arriving in Lampedusa, kept at a distance from the trajectories of tourists and locals. Like the outflow of population that gives it the sad record among Italian regions for emigration. A place where extremes coexist, like the neighborhoods of downtown Palermo, where the capital of culture vibrates and the invisible city of crack thrives. Sicily where climate change transforms the agricultural landscape increasingly at risk of flooding and desertification, and some take advantage of it to replace the vine with coffee and avocado. Far from trying to explain it, the following pages collect postcards from this new Sicily. They are blurry images, because the subject is in great motion. Because Sicily is also moving and, yes, is changing.
