A postcard from Burano - “Torna indrìo, fio caro”- Iseppa
Resilience, memory, and farewell. As the waters of Venice rise and the younger generations leave for safer shores, the elders of Burano stay behind, rooted in the homes their ancestors built, painted, and loved.
I lived among them, walked their narrow lanes, and watched as their dresses echoed the walls behind them bright, proud, timeless. Each morning, they swept their stoops, repainted faded shutters, and welcomed a world slowly drifting away. Their homes aren’t just buildings; they’re reflections of identity, love, and loss.
In their weathered faces I saw defiance—against time, against change, against the rising tides. Where others saw danger, they saw heritage worth preserving. "This house is my heart," one told me. And I believed her.
I followed them not just to photograph color, but to capture spirit. A generation fading, yet fiercely alive. They are the last keepers of Burano’s soul—living mosaics of place and memory, painted in resilience with peace.
