No Man's Land is a collective of independent photographers concerned with reportage and fine art, interpreting their work in relation to the new role of the photography in the contemporary age.
The collective investigates the events and especially the causes that led to them and the effects that they have produced.
A small town cried by the mountain more than
50 years ago.
It was rebuilt, not very far;
the same, yet unfamiliar.
The old one, not completely dead, the new one
not completely born.
Those who are bound to the ancient stone
are holding the roots of small vegetable gardens
looked after the dusty ruins.
The brand new stone can’t bear any fruits
and no one feed the soil with new memory.
Sprouts are grown from nowhere
born from a plant in the womb of the old town.
The inhabitants call it erba forestiera (foreign grass).
Gates made up of boughs, grown in the silent land for
years, chase both the natives and the
wayfarer, denying the power of nurture
over nature.
Now, exhausted silhouettes are gliding
between the walls of a maze
built up stone by stone, around them.
They are waiting for their rest, hoping one day
to tell their truth.
