Ernesto Tomasini: “Home”
We met Ernesto Tomasini in Palermo, again. He paid a rare visit to his home town to receive a special prize. We asked him to tell us about his Home.
“A performer’s attachment to their Home(s) is generally deemed to be particular but my case is even more peculiar.
I was in my early teens when I left Home for the first of a few times. When I went away for good I had been living abroad so often that – I realize in retrospect – I had lost any sense of belonging. Once I moved to Britain I became a full on gypsy, touring across the breath of the country. Even when I was on the West End I was moving from one partner’s Home to another. Today I am all over the shop like never before: cities, hotels, apartments, theatres. When I wake up in the morning, I often have to focus, for a few seconds, to try and remember where I am. The only time in which I had an actual Home – as a child – I couldn’t really call it mine: I grew up in a council block, in a flat so small that I didn’t have a room for myself; the tiny living room was my constantly crowded abode.
So what can I call Home? Is it my own house in which I spend very little time? Is it the airport lounge, or the plane, in which I seem to be forever stranded? The dressing room, which I love? The apartment selected by the production company in Mexico? The hotel suite in Spain? Or a friend’s flat in Berlin? Is it my new parents’ Home in which I didn’t grow up and which I don’t get to visit as much as I would like?
This collection of images, by Italian photographer Francesco Paolo Catalano, in a subtly symbolic way, does capture this constant change, this inner feeling of absence, the thrill of new adventures invariably around the corner!
Please note: The furs that appear in one image are vintage (1930s!). Buy vintage or fake fur and leave the animals alone (you stupid bitches)!”
Francesco Paolo Catalano