{"id":496,"date":"2021-03-07T17:45:32","date_gmt":"2021-03-07T20:45:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/festivaltransatlantico.com.br\/maureen-bisilliat-copy-copy-copy\/"},"modified":"2021-04-09T12:09:54","modified_gmt":"2021-04-09T15:09:54","slug":"maureen-bisilliat-copy-copy-copy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/festivaltransatlantico.com.br\/en\/maureen-bisilliat-copy-copy-copy\/","title":{"rendered":"Betina Samaia"},"content":{"rendered":"

Amaz\u00f4nia - O fim do verde [Amazon \u2013 The end of green]<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the start of the millennium, I began to immerse myself in the green.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the midst of the dense jungle, I found razed fields, scattered islands, the immense solitude of trees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The trees of the Amazon are so alone. They seem imbued with the heightened awareness and stillness common to only the survivors of vast destruction. Persevering - a solitary stilt, a dog left on the riverbank, a rower, a waterfall, a boat - together they compose unforgettable inner landscapes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Silent green, Amazon green. Or better - a plurality of greens. Greens that can\u2018t be captured by infrared. The camera captures other colours. These greens are only human perception.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

These greens appear in this series of images as ghosts. As if the colour wasn't there. As if the leafy bodies of the trees were just a memory.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Shadowy figures. The images warn us: even if one day the millennial regal presence of the vegetation were not able to withstand the violence shown it, its spirit will live on in tones of white, yellow, and pink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The greens of these photographs are like a scent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yet, despite this tightening, increasingly circumscribed, threatened life, the trees are still there, standing in their greenness, perceptible to the human eye. And it is this diversity that the indigenous peoples know so clearly how to distinguish and to recognise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are those, however, who don\u2018t see it. What kind of filter stops them from seeing?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I photograph the detail of each tree in the midst of the expanse of deep blue rivers. I witness and record the trees and man. I contemplate this vast aquatic desert as if looking into a mirror. Looking for answers. Perhaps we will find an answer soon, before the end of the green.<\/p>\n\n\n