In Sicily, faith is never abstract, it's drum beating in the chest. It is gaze that loses itself in the sky.Holy Week is not just a religious occasion: it is a collective ritual, a visceral representation of popular faith that has been handed down for centuries. Its roots go back to the Middle Ages, but it was with the Spanish domination, between the 16th-17th centuries, that the Passion rites took on the theatrical and participatory form that we still experience today. Since then, each city has modelled its own ritual, but all, indistinctly, preserve that sacredness.
My name is Adriana, I am an italian architect (born and raised in Sicily, Catania) but I have been living outside Sicily for more than 20 years, first in Florence and then in Zürich, where I still live. Photography is, for some years now, my silent diary, the place where emotions take shape and the world around me becomes a story. I search, through images, for that invisible thread capable of uniting people and places, memory and present.
