These images want magnificent things to become smaller and humble ones to be made bigger, looking for parody and lyricism, exploring ethical reading and searching for knowledge, towards a deep criticism of the values imposed by the civilization as a unavoidably, unique model.
These photographs are not “snapshots”, but stories. They do not induce statism, but movement; they do not infer description, but narration; they do not draw painting, but a plot.
They are not easy visual discoveries; not a casual, morning coincidence, but a quiet, nocturnal enquiry.
Claror reveals a constant dialogue among apparently different daily objects that blink unusual clearness