Italian Faces Etched with Emotion
I love faces.
And Italian faces are endlessly fascinating to me. Being married to an Italian has taught me firsthand that the passion that is so integral to the culture rarely hides behind a poker face. Hands fly and faces have countless ways of expressing mood and sentiment.
In the States, I grew up in the South. Be polite. Don’t make other people uncomfortable. Keep your feelings (other than joy, happiness, and peace) at bay. That was the pervasive conditioning. Talk about growing up with a leash on one’s emotions!
As a photographer and artist, I’m drawn to portraiture that captures the telltale signs of emotion. Placid, expressionless faces hold no appeal to me from an artistic point of view. There’s no “juice” to inspire capturing an image, whether in a photo or with my paintbrush.
My press pass at La Giostra Cavalleresca di Sulmona gave me plenty of new inspiration.
Boy, did I hit paydirt.
Having been an enthusiastic participant in dressing up in costume for so many years for Halloween, I can appreciate how donning a costume and temporarily assuming another personality can coax more emotion out of people. Are costumes a way for us to give hidden emotions some air time?
With Italians, I love the innate passion and intensity that’s seems enhanced when they’re in costume.
Maybe they’re born actors. Maybe they take such reenactments of their heritage with great seriousness and endeavor to give their all to this theater of grand spectacle.
A Gamut of emotions
Italian faces deliver them. In this particular event, which included a procession of people dressed in Medieval costumes, I exhausted my trigger finger trying to capture these remarkable people. I can’t tell you how many moments I missed, but hey, isn’t that always the photographer’s dilemma? I can’t complain, because I certainly didn’t come home empty-handed. I
One thing that I did seem to witness, was more solemnity in the men’s faces. Take for instance the following image:
In fact, I’m questioning whether “solemnity” is the right word. I also see anguish in this man’s face. Has someone died? Is he marching to a loathsome fate?
The above image is one of the few serious female faces I captured.
And, in the sea of Italian faces was a knight (see below). I followed him up the Corso and into the piazza. Not once did he break a smile or step out of character.
And, I end this photo essay on an up note with this bright face and enigmatic smile.
I purposely rendered these images in black and white in order to keep the focus on the Italian faces and their emotions. The event was so colorful that I didn’t want that element to overpower the faces. If you want to experience the liveliness and color of La Giostra Cavalleresca di Sulmona, I encourage you to read my previous post and see the video!