Daniela Flores

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 L'Attenzione (Attention)

L'Attenzione is a photographic triptych that reflects on childhood, affection, and the universal right to happiness. Through three different exposures to light—a symbol of life, knowledge, and hope—Daniela Flores explores the different realities in which children grow up.

Some live surrounded by opportunity and care, while others experience neglect, conflict, or isolation. Between these extremes, the central image represents balance: a reminder that every child deserves love, protection, and the chance to thrive.

For Daniela, a child's smile is more than a moment of joy—it is a declaration of freedom. Her work invites viewers to consider how attention, care, and human connection shape our understanding of dignity and human rights.

Daniela Flores graduated from the Donato Bramante Art High School in Rome, specialising in Figurative Arts. She is currently completing her studies in Decoration and Visual Arts for Architectural Spaces and Landscape at the Academy of Fine Arts of Rome.

Her artistic practice explores a wide range of visual languages and expressive techniques, with a particular focus on photography as a means of dialogue, interpretation, and social reflection. Inspired by contemporary art, memory, family, and cultural identity, Daniela's work examines the relationship between personal experience and the world around us.

Daniela's work encourages us to recognise that every child deserves the opportunity to experience affection, security, and happiness, regardless of where they are born or the circumstances in which they live.

 For those who cross it  
crowded together, standing aboard
makeshift boats of chance,
the Mediterranean is a doorman,
deciding who may enter.
Out at sea in summer,
rafts and sailing boats cross paths—
the most opposite of destinies.
The elegant, indifferent grace
of a billowing sail
carrying only a few passengers
brushes past the lifeboat
packed with human beings.
It does not answer
their greeting or their plea for help.
Its sharp bow parts the waves
into curls of butter.
From the lifeboat,
they watch it glide by,
unable to understand
why, though leaning to one side,
it does not capsize
and sink,
as happens to them.
Some smile
at the sight of fortune passing by.
Some still hope
to find a place
in a world like that.
Others despair
because such a world exists.