Driving along the provincial roads of Italy, I've pointed my lens to the hidden
events in the part of the country that lies away from the spotlight. I have found
visions of spaces, lights, small and local stories, «la Provincia».
Traveling from North to South, in the «Provincia» I have found an ethereal, far,
liquid, silent, still and empty territory, where the filter is always fairy-tale or
dreamy. I have found empty squares, like the ones told by De Chirico and
painted by Pavese.
These empty, sometimes decadent spaces function as entrances to big malls
parking lots, where one can be kept as a prisoner, hostage of homogenisation,
places where global devours local, blacking diversity out, highlighting a
constant desire for the city lights. Everything is empty, everything stands still
and time dilates.