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In Sicilian, the word "cuore" can have many meanings. I've been trying to get the feel of its layered connotations since i first started photographing Sicilian Easter rites back in 2011. At my first Settimana Santa on the island i got it all wrong. I thought all of it boiled down to tradition. Then i slowly started to realize how wrong i was. Now i know it's all about cuore.
This collection of photographs, taken all over the island, is the record of my encounters with Sicilian Easter. I've been coming to Sicily in time of Pasqua, year after year, until 2015. Always finding something different, unexpected, something that kept me going. From never-ending nocturnal processions of Trapani, through theatrical Marsala, quiet Buseto to mystical processions in medieval Erice, high above on the rock. From small villages of Mezzojuso or Piana in the north to cold interior of Enna. Every year with more admiration for Sicilian people for sticking to their guts, for upholding all those 400-year old rituals. And it's more than just simple revival. It is all re-lived there. With sheer and raw emotion. With tears, fear, courage, reflection and profound sense of being a part of something bigger.
This collection of photographs, taken all over the island, is the record of my encounters with Sicilian Easter. I've been coming to Sicily in time of Pasqua, year after year, until 2015. Always finding something different, unexpected, something that kept me going. From never-ending nocturnal processions of Trapani, through theatrical Marsala, quiet Buseto to mystical processions in medieval Erice, high above on the rock. From small villages of Mezzojuso or Piana in the north to cold interior of Enna. Every year with more admiration for Sicilian people for sticking to their guts, for upholding all those 400-year old rituals. And it's more than just simple revival. It is all re-lived there. With sheer and raw emotion. With tears, fear, courage, reflection and profound sense of being a part of something bigger.