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Immaginate una bambina di nove anni, Cate, con i suoi occhi curiosi e il suo sorriso sbarazzino. Ora, immaginatela non come una semplice ragazzina, ma come una figura tridimensionale, creata con la magia della tecnologia 3D. Cate, in questo senso, è la nostra mascotte, il nostro alter ego digitale, pronta a esplorare e a rivivere storie lontane in un affascinante connubio tra passato, presente e futuro.
Ma il viaggio di Cate non si limita solo al tempo. La nostra protagonista si avventura anche nello spazio, immergendosi in un mondo di immagini provenienti da antiche lastre fotografiche inglesi dei primi del Novecento. Queste fotografie, con le loro imperfezioni e il loro fascino vintage, diventano la cornice perfetta per le avventure di Cate, sottolineando il contrasto tra la realtà del passato e la fantasia del presente, resa ancora più tangibile dalla sua natura digitale.
Ogni fotografia è un portale che ci invita a varcare la soglia del tempo e dello spazio, a cogliere l'essenza di un'epoca e di una cultura lontana e a riflettere sul nostro presente. Cate, con la sua esuberanza e la sua curiosità, ci guida attraverso paesaggi incantati, città vibranti e scorci di vita quotidiana di un tempo che fu.
Imagine a nine-year-old girl, Cate, with her curious eyes and her cheeky smile. Now, imagine her not as a simple little girl, but as a three-dimensional figure, created with the magic of 3D technology. Cate, in this sense, is our mascot, our digital alter ego, ready to explore and relive distant stories in a fascinating union between past, present and future.
But Cate's journey isn't just limited to time. Our protagonist also ventures into space, immersing herself in a world of images from ancient English photographic plates from the early twentieth century. These photographs, with their imperfections and their vintage charm, become the perfect frame for Cate's adventures, underlining the contrast between the reality of the past and the fantasy of the present, made even more tangible by its digital nature.
Each photograph is a portal that invites us to cross the threshold of time and space, to capture the essence of a distant era and culture and to reflect on our present. Cate, with her exuberance and curiosity, guides us through enchanting landscapes, vibrant cities and glimpses of daily life from a time gone by.
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![After wandering around the English countryside, Cate reached her first destination. She says she was welcomed by a curious grandfather in an old cottage covered in green ivy and that, strangely (she believes by man's magic), during the entire period of her stay, he was always kissed by the sun... and she there, sitting on the landing, listening to the fantastic stories that her grandfather told her.]()
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![Cate doesn't care if she gets her dress dirty, Cate likes jumping in puddles.]()
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![Cate says that, in an unspecified village in Yorkshire, the rumor had spread that that day, around that time, a boat with a group of boys called "Boy Scouts" would pass along the river. "Let's go to the bridge, so we can greet them as they pass!", said the inhabitants of that county to each other as they headed there. None of them would have ever imagined that the foundation of the "Boy Scouts", born in England in 1907, would not only spread throughout the world, but would last for a hundred years and more.]()
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![The office where Jack, a beautiful white-haired mixed-breed dog, is found, was in reality only the entrance hall of a retired carpenter's warehouse, where all the dogs - strays and otherwise - in the town gathered. Jack was the carpenter's dog and he always placed himself on top of the old workbench (just to make the other guests understand who was responsible for doing the honors of the house) and kept the situation under control by looking at the other dogs up and down. Cate was sorry about this, she didn't like submission in general, whether between humans or animals. When he went there, he consoled the dogs, directing his attention especially to the oldest of the group, who had now become skin and bones.]()
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![Only an eccentric, such as I am, could bring together two destinies: that of a collection of small, hundred-year-old English photographic plates with that of a specially created 3D character: Cate, this time, is on the Isle of Man, enjoying the quiet and reflections on the body of water that the castle opposite is creating.]()
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![Cate hates locked doors! “Come on, don't get angry: a door closes, a door opens!” Ah, no, that's closed too. Cate is a bit naughty and very curious. He will have to get used to closed doors, because in life you have to struggle and what you want is not always within reach.]()
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![When she realizes the sadness of others, Cate feels helpless. Sadness, in adults as in children, should not be repressed, but processed: whether it is through a phase of anger, rather than through crying, it doesn't matter... the important thing is to be able to overcome it. Cate, go and listen to that little girl crying secretly in her grandparents' barley field: when she grows up she will remember a strange little Italian girl who came out of nowhere who brightened her day.]()
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![Who knows why Cate is fascinated by burial sites! The cemetery he visited that day, in complete solitude, although full of mystery, was not gloomy but surrounded by greenery. A tombstone caught his attention: "In loving memory of our little daughter Joan Adeline Kirtland who pell asleep 27th December 1923 aged 8 years. God hath catered in our darling, placed our bed amongst his flowers, took back the child he slowed us, to a better home than ours." Cate felt the need to bow down in front of that life broken so soon and closed herself in her pain for a moment.]()
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![“Shhhhhhhh… a little silence, please, we are in a church!” Cate did not miss the opportunity to visit Westminster Cathedral in Winchester, the place of coronation and burial of the sovereigns of England and commemoration of the greatest poets and figures of great national importance. Stimulated by being in that place (also) of worship and seeing some priests, she wondered for a moment about the meaning of "confession": what relief could a person ever grant to another of their kind, to console them from their sorrows? And with this lightning-fast, rebellious and unexpected thought, which disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, Cate mentally prepared herself to face the penultimate stage of her journey.]()
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![For several days, and several times a day, Cate went - and in a hurry! - at the local blacksmith's shop. Two young, modern and enterprising women worked there: Cate was so impressed! (I did not invent the story of the two women, who cannot be seen in the photo. Searching for the text “The Village Smithy” on the internet, I found a video of a silent film, dated 1931, entitled “The Village Smithy Stands ”, distributed by British Pathè: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OvmHNCVfavM in which their work was praised).]()
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![Cate's journey has come to an end. During the various stops, she was hosted by Mrs. Norah Shelby, who treated her like a daughter. And indeed, to Cate, Norah actually reminded Cate of her mother, not only because she had a similar name (Onorina), but because every time Cate went out exploring England, Norah managed to sneak into her backpack - and it wasn't clear how he did it - something to eat. Saying goodbye with extreme regret to Norah, and with her all the other mothers who, even from up there, manage to make their children remember their childhood through the scents of the foods they prepared, Cate returns home and awaits her next destination.]()
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I viaggi di Cate - It's a sunny day
Immaginate una bambina di nove anni, Cate, con i suoi occhi curiosi e il suo sorriso sbarazzino. Ora, immaginatela non come una semplice ragazzina, ma come una figura tridimensionale, creata con la magia della tecnologia 3D. Cate, in questo senso, è la nostra mascotte, il nostro alter ego digitale, pronta a esplorare e a rivivere storie lontane in un affascinante connubio tra passato, presente e futuro.
Ma il viaggio di Cate non si limita solo al tempo. La nostra protagonista si avventura anche nello spazio, immergendosi in un mondo di immagini provenienti da antiche lastre fotografiche inglesi dei primi del Novecento. Queste fotografie, con le loro imperfezioni e il loro fascino vintage, diventano la cornice perfetta per le avventure di Cate, sottolineando il contrasto tra la realtà del passato e la fantasia del presente, resa ancora più tangibile dalla sua natura digitale.
Ogni fotografia è un portale che ci invita a varcare la soglia del tempo e dello spazio, a cogliere l'essenza di un'epoca e di una cultura lontana e a riflettere sul nostro presente. Cate, con la sua esuberanza e la sua curiosità, ci guida attraverso paesaggi incantati, città vibranti e scorci di vita quotidiana di un tempo che fu.
Imagine a nine-year-old girl, Cate, with her curious eyes and her cheeky smile. Now, imagine her not as a simple little girl, but as a three-dimensional figure, created with the magic of 3D technology. Cate, in this sense, is our mascot, our digital alter ego, ready to explore and relive distant stories in a fascinating union between past, present and future.
But Cate's journey isn't just limited to time. Our protagonist also ventures into space, immersing herself in a world of images from ancient English photographic plates from the early twentieth century. These photographs, with their imperfections and their vintage charm, become the perfect frame for Cate's adventures, underlining the contrast between the reality of the past and the fantasy of the present, made even more tangible by its digital nature.
Each photograph is a portal that invites us to cross the threshold of time and space, to capture the essence of a distant era and culture and to reflect on our present. Cate, with her exuberance and curiosity, guides us through enchanting landscapes, vibrant cities and glimpses of daily life from a time gone by.
Presentation of the project “I Viaggi di Cate – It's a sunny day”. Each photo corresponds to a stage of the journey. For the writing I used Adobe Firefly, inserting in the prompt a reference to "blonde hair braids", the same as the protagonist, Cate.
Meet Cate. Cate is a 3D "figure" that I customized to my liking.
Cate (short for Caterina), is a curious, extroverted and dreamy nine-year-old girl.
She's blonde with long hair tied in braids (like I wore when I was little) and light blue eyes. She is dressed in a pink dress and has Converse All Star shoes. She has several things that connect her to me: name (my name is Catia and my grandmother would have wanted the name Caterina), day of birth, hairstyle and favorite shoes. But never think that - being a character created with a 3D program - she is soulless: Cate has a heart and a character, and would be mortally offended if you considered her an automaton.
It will be my mascot, maybe even my alter ego, in my next projects. He will follow my passions in a discreet way, but he will also dare where my confidentiality, introversions and fantasies (past but also current) have found an obstacle and have given up.
May curiosity and imagination have its eyes!
P.S. Behind him, hanging on the wall, a portrait of me as a child.
Cate (short for Caterina), is a curious, extroverted and dreamy nine-year-old girl.
She's blonde with long hair tied in braids (like I wore when I was little) and light blue eyes. She is dressed in a pink dress and has Converse All Star shoes. She has several things that connect her to me: name (my name is Catia and my grandmother would have wanted the name Caterina), day of birth, hairstyle and favorite shoes. But never think that - being a character created with a 3D program - she is soulless: Cate has a heart and a character, and would be mortally offended if you considered her an automaton.
It will be my mascot, maybe even my alter ego, in my next projects. He will follow my passions in a discreet way, but he will also dare where my confidentiality, introversions and fantasies (past but also current) have found an obstacle and have given up.
May curiosity and imagination have its eyes!
P.S. Behind him, hanging on the wall, a portrait of me as a child.
After wandering around the English countryside, Cate reached her first destination. She says she was welcomed by a curious grandfather in an old cottage covered in green ivy and that, strangely (she believes by man's magic), during the entire period of her stay, he was always kissed by the sun... and she there, sitting on the landing, listening to the fantastic stories that her grandfather told her.
Cate doesn't care if she gets her dress dirty, Cate likes jumping in puddles.
Cate says that, in an unspecified village in Yorkshire, the rumor had spread that that day, around that time, a boat with a group of boys called "Boy Scouts" would pass along the river. "Let's go to the bridge, so we can greet them as they pass!", said the inhabitants of that county to each other as they headed there. None of them would have ever imagined that the foundation of the "Boy Scouts", born in England in 1907, would not only spread throughout the world, but would last for a hundred years and more.
The office where Jack, a beautiful white-haired mixed-breed dog, is found, was in reality only the entrance hall of a retired carpenter's warehouse, where all the dogs - strays and otherwise - in the town gathered. Jack was the carpenter's dog and he always placed himself on top of the old workbench (just to make the other guests understand who was responsible for doing the honors of the house) and kept the situation under control by looking at the other dogs up and down. Cate was sorry about this, she didn't like submission in general, whether between humans or animals. When he went there, he consoled the dogs, directing his attention especially to the oldest of the group, who had now become skin and bones.
Only an eccentric, such as I am, could bring together two destinies: that of a collection of small, hundred-year-old English photographic plates with that of a specially created 3D character: Cate, this time, is on the Isle of Man, enjoying the quiet and reflections on the body of water that the castle opposite is creating.
Cate hates locked doors! “Come on, don't get angry: a door closes, a door opens!” Ah, no, that's closed too. Cate is a bit naughty and very curious. He will have to get used to closed doors, because in life you have to struggle and what you want is not always within reach.
When she realizes the sadness of others, Cate feels helpless.
Sadness, in adults as in children, should not be repressed, but processed: whether it is through a phase of anger, rather than through crying, it doesn't matter... the important thing is to be able to overcome it. Cate, go and listen to that little girl crying secretly in her grandparents' barley field: when she grows up she will remember a strange little Italian girl who came out of nowhere who brightened her day.
Sadness, in adults as in children, should not be repressed, but processed: whether it is through a phase of anger, rather than through crying, it doesn't matter... the important thing is to be able to overcome it. Cate, go and listen to that little girl crying secretly in her grandparents' barley field: when she grows up she will remember a strange little Italian girl who came out of nowhere who brightened her day.
Who knows why Cate is fascinated by burial sites! The cemetery he visited that day, in complete solitude, although full of mystery, was not gloomy but surrounded by greenery. A tombstone caught his attention:
"In loving memory of
our little daughter
Joan Adeline Kirtland
who pell asleep 27th December 1923
aged 8 years.
God hath catered in our darling,
placed our bed amongst his flowers,
took back the child he slowed us,
to a better home than ours."
Cate felt the need to bow down in front of that life broken so soon and closed herself in her pain for a moment.
"In loving memory of
our little daughter
Joan Adeline Kirtland
who pell asleep 27th December 1923
aged 8 years.
God hath catered in our darling,
placed our bed amongst his flowers,
took back the child he slowed us,
to a better home than ours."
Cate felt the need to bow down in front of that life broken so soon and closed herself in her pain for a moment.
“Shhhhhhhh… a little silence, please, we are in a church!” Cate did not miss the opportunity to visit Westminster Cathedral in Winchester, the place of coronation and burial of the sovereigns of England and commemoration of the greatest poets and figures of great national importance. Stimulated by being in that place (also) of worship and seeing some priests, she wondered for a moment about the meaning of "confession": what relief could a person ever grant to another of their kind, to console them from their sorrows? And with this lightning-fast, rebellious and unexpected thought, which disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, Cate mentally prepared herself to face the penultimate stage of her journey.
For several days, and several times a day, Cate went - and in a hurry! - at the local blacksmith's shop. Two young, modern and enterprising women worked there: Cate was so impressed! (I did not invent the story of the two women, who cannot be seen in the photo. Searching for the text “The Village Smithy” on the internet, I found a video of a silent film, dated 1931, entitled “The Village Smithy Stands ”, distributed by British Pathè: https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/OvmHNCVfavM in which their work was praised).
Cate's journey has come to an end. During the various stops, she was hosted by Mrs. Norah Shelby, who treated her like a daughter. And indeed, to Cate, Norah actually reminded Cate of her mother, not only because she had a similar name (Onorina), but because every time Cate went out exploring England, Norah managed to sneak into her backpack - and it wasn't clear how he did it - something to eat. Saying goodbye with extreme regret to Norah, and with her all the other mothers who, even from up there, manage to make their children remember their childhood through the scents of the foods they prepared, Cate returns home and awaits her next destination.
