About

When I take a photograph, the child inside of me comes back to life. Like a little alchemist stealing from reality its deepest substance, I can breathe the image, I can listen to it, and I can feel it with my hands. The image lives its own life: it’s a creature that I can speak with, a living creature that I can rise on and fly. To the rest of the world things seem nothing more than what they are, but inside a child’s brain objects become mental images that recomposed themselves endlessly. Creativity is the natural way my mind functions. Only decomposing and recomposing reality, I can face the continuous changes of life. Art is my natural response to my deepest fears, to anguish, to pain. It’s necessary. It’s saving. In those characters there is my internal world, where I can feel alive, where I can deal with losses and absences.