Wild Strawberries

Federica Cocciro

2020 - Ongoing

Sicily, Italy

What connect a human being to a place? How much can a place influence who I am? Is it possible to bring to life an ended time? I’m searching today what remains. I collect metonymies of an unrepetable past. I’m trying to pin down the people who make this time and place perfect, wild strawberries growing in a terrible and beautiful land. When I think at this personal and long-term project, I always remind a Wordsworth’s sonnet:

“...Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind...”

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