Italy
sanne de wilde
“Our mind is a powerful tool that allows us to believe in things we cannot see, smell or touch. We can have faith, breathe life into lifeless sculptures and cherish them as living beings, create a collective memory, so tangible, that it takes form and emerges from the sea, gathering hundreds to witness it. We create whole worlds based on mental constructs, sometimes transactional; when it comes to the (imaginary) value of money in the contemporary religion of capitalism and consumerism. But there is another currency, the one of compassion and connection. Imagination is our superpower, photography a language through which we can connect and perception, mythology and beliefs can be visualised” Sanne de Wilde
My photographic journey lead me to Monopoli, home of PhEST, an inspiring photo festival led by Arianna Rinaldo, Giovanni Troilo and Cinzia Negherbon, who invited me to document the religious festivities taking place in Puglia in August 2019. The theme of the festival for 2019 was ‘Religion and Myths’.
I met the Madonna in Monopoli as she emerged from the sea.
I had envisioned a mermaid-like woman, surfacing draped in a curtain of water, eyes raised to the sky. Instead I photographed a painting of the madonna as a boat carried her to the shore, lit up like a modern-day diva against a backdrop of fireworks, surrounded by red smoke and bodyguards in diving suits.
I also met Padre Pio, an Italian friar declared saint.
He’s worshiped by steady streams of pilgrims and believers that travel Puglia to solemnly greet a wax doll sculpted in his image, resting in a glass casket like Snow White.
He became a symbol of hope. You can buy a Padre Pio-doll and drop a coin in a metal pillar to listen to the sound of his voice in San GiovannI Rotondo. Rumour has it that a local pharmacist confessed Padre Pio applied acid in the palms of his hands to bear stigmata.
I met a lady, shoulders heavy with the weight of grief and sorrow.
She came to receive blessings of an Indian priest, who sprinkled holy water on the crown of her head and on the doll placed on the desk in front of her.
Despite the scepticism I was raising around— the. distrust towards an institute that preached punishment and guilt and owned all the houses in my street.
Here, I saw how the colorful processions, the brightly-lit sculptures, the paintings of saints, the colors— so many colors— brought people together, encouraged connection, and in their lives it was a touch of light.