She’s fond of film. Meet a woman of age who likes to keep things old school. We interview Claudia Corrent.
“Images have the power to calm me, to make me wonder about things,” says Claudia. She evokes our senses with European and African coastlines, reflecting what we conjure when dreaming of such locations. Her work bares an honesty, be it the subject; the space or the soft hues, she dances with the medium.
Tell us about where you grew up.
I grew up in a small town in northern Italy, Bolzano, in the middle of the mountain – A bordering town of Germany.
When did you pick up a camera?
I started photographing in analogue and developing the images in a dark room. I now work as a free-lance photographer with personal projects such as photography courses in the form of ancient analogue techniques such as cyanotype, chimigrams and pinhole.
Why do I photograph? I cannot explain it precisely. I know that over the years it has become my way of recording the things that I see, that I live around and that to which I try to understand.
It’s a way to put order; find balance. When there is something I do not understand, I take a photo. For example, some anthropological and social projects I have worked on with Mothers and the relationship with their young. Photography is a wonderful cultural form with its own language and complex interpretation codes; since we are overwhelmed with images, knowing those codes and understanding them becomes a challenge and a base to understand reality. I do not seek sensational images but on the contrary a daily, small, marginal look that sometimes can be loaded with poetry or suggestions.
What is the intended reaction you seek of your audience?
I’d like people to ask questions when they see my photos. And of course, feel. Emotion comes from Latin “emovere” literally meaning; bring out, move, shake therefore I would like my pictures to excite those who see them.
You’ve been to many places, but what is your favourite and why?
There is a word in German, “Heimat” which clearly indicates the meaning of places that are loved. Heimat is a German word that has no equivalent in the Italian language. It is often translated with “Home”, “Small Homeland” or “Homeland” which reveals the area where you feel at home. In this sense, I have more than one heimat: so to answer your question, a city I love deeply is Venice. Its light and beautiful metaphysics. It’s autumn atmosphere with fog where the city and its islands become surreal, magical. Although I would also have to say Greece, striking the light of the sweet, sweet sunset, reflected as it lay on the water.
There are so many places that I’ve learned to love during the years. An Italian writer, Claudio Magris writes: “Knowing is often recognizing, in a platonic sense.” It is the well-known and the familiar, the continual rediscovery and richness are the premise of the encounter. It is the seduction and the adventure; the twentieth or twentieth time when you talk to a friend or you make love with a loved one is infinitely more intense than before. This is also true for places; the most fascinating journey is the return, an odyssey, and the places of the usual path.
To really see place, it takes you to see it again.
Peruse her work here.