My work starts from travel notes that I have collected over years as a great number of pictures and a few lines of writing that can give a little help to piece together the puzzle of places and situations I have experienced. It is known that the least detail of what I live is stored in my mind, but not as a coherent whole. In the process of recalling, past scenes come to me one at a time. Each one stands alone, surrounded by a vague fog of "otherness", a collateral world that is so little important to me that it doesn't exist.

Images of memory are frozen instants describing elements on which I have been focusing a first time when I have taken the pictures and a second time, when I have selected them for the project. As this selection is the result of a mental association, finally I have got groups of images whose peculiarity is to be "transversal": instead of telling a story in the style of reportage or of traditional travel book, these pictures display elements common to different places, which are a long distance apart .

Being isolated, out of context and out of a narrative intent, the image betrays the objectivity of the event more than ever, and it can be the starting point of the infinite possibilities of imagination.

 

I let places take life little by little... It's the same process of memory, of dream, of imagination... It reminds of the image slowly emerging on the photo paper. It's also the game of life, of death and rebirth. It's the game of art. Everything comes and goes, appears and disappears, reveals and disguises itself.
The digital technique is a magic tool, it follows your brain and its images almost at once... it's really as if you can create a thousand worlds in the time and space of one thought...

Photoes taken on the road, from the car... the windscreen and the window on my side come between the camera's eye and the landscape out there... the atmosphere of these northern countries is still gray, but it sometimes becomes magic...

My focus becomes the narrow film of my mind.

Bikes are everywhere, in Northern Europe above all. I don't know precisely why, but I am intrigued by their thin and agile shape. They look like our silent friends or guardians, sometimes serving us, sometimes curiously watching at us, sometimes telling our stories, sometimes imitating us, grouping and talking to each other, sometimes patiently waiting for us, sometimes urging us to go

Fog is the kingdom of all possibilities and changes, of all that has not taken any direction yet and is still free to play all roles or do nothing... but shapes must sometimes come into life

These photoes are extracted from the videopresentation "Sguardo che svela", made up of three sections by three artists and exposed during the event "Conversation with the Authoress" ("Conversazione con l'autrice"), dedicated to Giuliana Sgrena, winner of the Literary Prize City of Bari 2008 (Premio Letterario Città di Bari 2008), essays section, with her book "Il prezzo del velo".
The double meaning of the single French word Confiance is “confidence” and “trust”. The allusion is on one side to the verbal intimacy that ties these women together when they meet to tell their stories, on the other side to trust that emerges in Giuliana Sgrena's book, where she talks about some brave women who have challenged the hard law that would have them deleted or reduced to silence.

It may be a little change in your life or a sort of cosmic crisis, but it's a passing-through anyway... maybe there is a point or an instant where it is possible to switch from one Self to Another.