Roberto Vignoli

Indian Roots 1 - Photograph By Roberto Vignoli - 2013

2013

Native fisherman shelter by lake Lilloet, in the middle of Mount Currie, Indian Reservation, British Columbia, Canada. Digital camera, Hahnemule photo rag digital print. Solo exhibi...

Close up of roots by lake Lilloet, in the middle of Mount Currie, Indian Reservation, British Columbia, Canada. The images of the roots, symbol of ancient native culture, are dedicat...

Light painting technique, realized in a completly dark photographic studio, where the photographer manually "paint" by torch with light of different colours, the subjects and the background. Digital camera...

Land is a photograph taken by Amanda Ludovisi in 2018. It represents a desolated immense flat land in Iceland, with a sharp horizon. This is a giclée ...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, that is accompanied by the acidic aroma of conifers. Occasionally, a sweet waft will come to you from some unknown source, and the peat-softened ground muffles a sound, leaving one with a sense of quiet and calm. The green pallet soothes the eyes. You touch a tree that has fallen decades ago, perhaps a giant Sitka four feet in diameter, and it stains your hand. Soot, lichens, fungus, and a variety of microscopic detritivores have left their mark. You catch a glimpse of a rodent that is living in the hulk. A small snake...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, that is accompanied by the acidic aroma of conifers. Occasionally, a sweet waft will come to you from some unknown source, and the peat-softened ground muffles a sound, leaving one with a sense of quiet and calm. The green pallet soothes the eyes. You touch a tree that has fallen decades ago, perhaps a giant Sitka four feet in diameter, and it stains your hand. Soot, lichens, fungus, and a variety of microscopic detritivores have left their mark. You catch a glimpse of a rodent that is living in the hulk. A small snake...

I find comfort in forests, especially the few remaining old-growth stands of the Pacific Northwest. Life is churning in such places. Death and rebirth create a rich musk of decay, th...