For many years, I've tried to narrate a valley where I was born and where I’ve spent a lot of time since I was a child, even if I grew up in a big city like Milan. This valley is a place that I loved and hated; a place I’m tied to by an emotional link that involves me; my father, who passed away when I was 15; and my mother, who disappeared one year ago.
At a certain point I decided to put aside any kind of documentary approach with the awareness that I’ve never been interested in the beauty of natural scenery or in the objective reality of this place. I was interested in giving a voice to a place that changes, protects, and destroys people through its existence.
In my work, memories of the time spent in this valley are mixed with dreams, nightmares, and visions that my mind has formed in this familiar, and at the same time, distant place, drawing on a sort of magical realism.
In a time where people look at photographs faster and faster, I decided to use a photographic language that would induce the observer to linger, to move closer and to squint in order to get accustomed to the darkness of these iridescent images that conceal a personal journey towards the reckoning with this valley.