Margherita Chiarva has always done things differently. Originally from the Piedmont, the photographer was born in and is still a resident of Milan, dividing her life between her home city and Ibiza. These are two hugely inspiring locations which contribute to an imagination which she enjoys bringing to her shots. Blurred lines are the result of chemical work and characteristic of her. Her reality. Like a bridge between two worlds which she alone can document. Margherita Chiarva’s photographs are works of art in themselves. Coloured stains almost seem to want to devour the gauze strip or pure cotton paper on which they lie. Inks, tempera, re-printing: beauty turned tactile, tangible. Striking. Such that you could lose yourself in it. The shifting creativity expressed by Margherita Chiarva is intrinsically like her. Feminine, energetic and free. An idea that the artist seems to confirm as she reveals a bohemian interior brimming with family and antique items. We’re overtaken by envy and walk barefoot as if to immerse ourselves a little more in her daily life. Our soles come into contact with rugs, jute and a sparkling parquet before meeting the granite texture of the terrace. We feel deeply alive, wrapped in the scent of mint and various herbs including rosemary which mingle in the Milanese air. An intoxicating sensation which will never leave us. A garden of a thousand delights. When we are at Margherita Chiarva’s, all is well.
Photography: Constance Gennari – Text: Caroline Balvay – Translation: TextMaster @thesocialitefamily