Francesca Infurnari (Through Grasses), Collaborative Portrait
Francesca Infurnari
Francesca Infurnari is an artist living in Austin, TX working mainly with drawing, painting, writing, and photo. She graduated from the University of Mary Hardin-Baylor in 2018 with a BFA in Studio Arts. In her art practice, she is drawn to personal spaces, nature, the human condition, and relationships.
Instagram: @finfurnari
Looking Inward, Looking Outward
Through Looking Inward, Looking Outward, I explore how to heal after experiencing trauma, by photographing ephemeral moments in daily life. I am interested in capturing the fleeting moments in my personal space, daily walks through my neighborhood, and within a close friendship. Building self-trust and self-love and accepting the complexities of emotions that come with healing is a goal through my art practice here through short poems, drawings, and photos. Through practicing mindfulness and grounding, I am able to notice shadows, and textures and explore my own relationship to them that I may otherwise easily overlook; whether that be how the light looks on my sheet while the sun goes down, a message on a building, or my close friend and I existing together in my apartment. Through these images, I use gesture and contrast prominently, to illuminate the intertwined, complex relationship between darkness and light.
Bike Lane
A bike lane sign and a power line cross in the front of the photo. In the back, a house is brightly illuminated by the sun and there is a blue cloudless sky.
I didn’t know it was you
I came face to face with the thing that haunts me,
Garden Shed Coffee Mug
A white coffee mug sits upside down on a rusted metal rack outside of a garden shed, underneath the shadow of a tree.
Power-lines and Trees
A black power-line runs through leafy tree branches across a cloudless blue sky.
And you will never know,
I’ll keep it all—
Only me and the garden know,
it’s the only place I could go.
Magic in Your Backyard
Through a backyard, a small, golden patch of light shines on a wall of a house.
Sunflowers in the Night
A patch of sunflowers – some withered and some healthy – are photographed in the night. The flash of the camera makes some of the spindly stems almost white against the night sky, other parts are faded and fuzzy. There are small red and yellow store lights in the background.
We’ll take just one or two out of the box,
Windshield Shadow
A shadow from a tree casts on a dusty windshield of a car, overlooking a street.
and look at it together
Light Splatter
The shadow of trees through bright sunshine is casted on the corner of a brick building and another wall with a window.
Concrete Crack
Pink flower petals and the shadow of a tree lie across a series of concrete steps with a long crack stretching through several steps.
and leave the rest and close the top;
Sass
A person wearing dark clothing is lying on their stomach in a bed, on a floral blanket halfway falling to the floor. They have a soft and relaxed expression, eyes cast down. There is a green curtain behind them, and the room is dimly lit besides the flash of the camera.
it’ll stay below the surface.
I’ll bloom and grow, but only in the night
Light Sheet
A hand reddened by the light is clutching a loosely folded white patterned sheet. The hand is only partly illuminated, and the light bends and folds with the surface of the sheet, taking the shape of a curved line across the photo.
Sliver of Light
Outdoor light shows through a curtain that covers a window and is slightly pulled back. The light coming through is enough to only illuminate a narrow path across the photo, including the dust on the window, part of a green plant, and stretching out across a pillow.
Ghosts
Two white sheets cover plants in the front yard of a house.
and you will never know
and feel calmness there
Mirror Touch
A hand is slightly pointed towards a mirror on a door, reflecting back the hand back and the two hands touch at the tip of the index finger.
I closed my eyes and imagined I was small—
Moonflowers
Big, mostly closed up white flowers and smaller yellow flowers are illuminated only by the flash of the camera.
Enough to fall asleep in the warm palm of your hand
Blessings
On the side of a building, a black sign with white lettering reads “Wisdom is better than weapons of war; Blessings.”
and you closed your calloused fingers around me.
Sitting
Two birds sit on a black telephone wire against a blue-gray sky.
Maybe if I want something so bad
Hands
A pair of hands and another hand are pushing a comforter up together.
