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In a materialistic world, there is no longer room for folk magic or magical thinking. All that remains are the fragments of a fading memory. Thus, the research turns visual, attempting to recall that hidden universe made of symbols, sounds, and voices.

Within the vast and shifting nature of folk magic—so deeply rooted in the very marrow of the land where it evolves—the practitioners involved belong to the territory of Castelbuono (Madonie, Sicily). They are a single drop of water in a lake that is slowly drying up.

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In a materialistic world, there is no longer room for folk magic or magical thinking. All that remains are the fragments of a fading memory. Thus, the research turns visual, attempting to recall that hidden universe made of symbols, sounds, and voices.

Within the vast and shifting nature of folk magic—so deeply rooted in the very marrow of the land where it evolves—the practitioners involved belong to the territory of Castelbuono (Madonie, Sicily). They are a single drop of water in a lake that is slowly drying up.