La vita è un caos con poche oasi e qualche momento comico. W.A.

A couple of coffees helped me on Friday to move on towards other ideas. A little bit confused at first and a little bit in a hurry to have some work done by the night, I felt the urge to compose a personal memorandum of my latter thoughts.
Focusing on Heldi Pema’s portfolio the word I can put on yesterday’s reflections is displacement.
Heldi told me about the process of making some of his old works. In many cases – as in his photo with the Lenin’s busts abandoned in some undefined place (actually those sculptures are lying in Tirana’s National Gallery of Arts) – there is a strong questioning of place/non-place, or even better right/proper vs. wrong/unexpected location. Here we are dealing with a different kind of perception of the space that is intended through the objects’ unusual placement.
We talked about buildings that have grown in drained swamp in Albania, and about people living in environment that are not structured as organised settings. Again some sort of displacement. His photograph came back to my mind. At first I imagined a work base on GoogleHearth images. But this is something – let’s say – personalised, an approach to some satellite-similar images that were took for practical purposes – commissioned by Albanian city planners to the artist for developing purposes – that become sudden interpretation of personal impression.
It is quite obvious to me that Pema’s approach to art is usually driven by the sudden intuitions. He seems to see beyond what is set in front of his eyes and capture certain soul extending from the composition he bump into. Then everything can be the subject of art obviously through Pema’s camera and the over-vision of its inner potential, its personality in a way.