CLOROFILLA

In Dave Tavanti’s work, photography becomes the bridge between the invisible and the visible.

Through a meticulous study and personal research on color treatment, “Clorofilla” brings to light images otherwise hidden from the human eye, captured using infrared photography.

This is not merely a reproduction of reality, but an artistic interpretation that immerses the viewer in a silent and contemplative world, where light and color take on new meanings.

The philosophy emerging from this work explores the subjectivity of perception: if infrared reveals a reality invisible to our senses, Tavanti invites us to reflect on how little we truly understand.

Each image becomes an invitation to question our certainties, stimulating doubt and opening the way to a more complex and nuanced view of the world.

Originally rooted in portraiture, Dave transfers his skills to the naturalistic field with a personal vision. His photographs do not merely depict landscapes, but offer a portrait-like transposition of nature, endowing the images with a tangible presence and expressive depth.

“Clorofilla” is not just a photographic project, but a provocation that explores the limits of our senses.
It is a journey that urges the viewer to question what they see and to explore the unexpected in the ordinary, opening the door to a new perception of the world around us.

“Dave Tavanti succumbs to the overpowering influence of cinema,
his frames distorted by the unseen
and enchanted in their pursuit,
driven by the desire to narrate and capture it,
to transcend the limits of his senses,
with the childlike joy
of infusing mystery into a simple and familiar place.

But Predator is lost in the woods,
moving slowly, almost timidly, as if afraid to crush the leaves.
It forgets to hunt
and is spellbound by the mysterious patterns of trees,
the gentle rustles, the lace-like branches.
Messages of peace and joy reach it,
the simple joy of existence
in the eternal cycle of life,
the law of necessity
that can be both beautiful and whimsical,
obvious and incomprehensible.

Images flow before our eyes,
of us turned into extraterrestrials
witnessing things never seen in our familiar forest,
traversed so many times, walking distractedly.
Its light now astonishes us and tells stories without words,
crafted only of emotions.

And the solitary tree, so perfect and symmetrical,
becomes a symbol of beauty,
layfully entering our minds,
their structure hungry for rationality,
with the smile that Leonardo
painted on the face of the Mona Lisa,
encapsulating the same mystery.“

^{Rita Castigli}