Photographing Broken Masterpieces Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

In the last couple of years I obsess photographing everything
that accidentally brakes in our household. Of course having
tile floors in 3 areas helps the process.

I record the shattered objects under different angles and
illuminations and during that process create a sort of diary
giving a minimal background on the life history

of the dismembered article. For instance if it is a fancy
wine glass, I mention how many and whose beautiful lips
have lipped its rim. If it's a bottle of spirit that broke

I mention how many swigs I took from it before serving
my guests. As a matter of fact, there is something my father
passed on to me, he who fearlessly mixed leftover of bottles

and spiked with Vodka creating a new brew which he named
after himself. I appropriated the mixing technique and the titling
of the concoctions with some farfetched poetic names:

Sundown Spirit, The Rebirth of Châteauneuf-du-Pape 2014,
Uplifting Holy Spirits. Of course after a few years, the project
has become voluminous enough for me to consider organizing it

into a book project. I wonder how truthful I should be about
dipping my forefinger in the wine. Most of the concoctions I mix
with fruits. I have become a commedia dell'vino Harlequin.