Finalmente posso andare

''Finalmente posso andare'' (eng. "Finally I can go") is an intimate visual tale of a farewell never given.

‘Finalmente posso andare’ - in English ‘Finally I can go’ - is an intimate visual tale of a farewell never given. This story recounts my coexistence with the death of my grandmother and my aunt.
It all happened in 2020 - during Italy’s first Covid19 lockdown. The virus had nothing to do with their passing, but it became the obstacle between me and my family. I lost them, but I couldn’t live that loss, I couldn’t process what was happening. I didn’t have the chance to say goodbye in person, even though my grandma was just half an hour’s drive from me. I was locked in my house with my brother, and two important parts of us had just left. I started looking for a way to express that emptiness, it was the only thing I could do.
I grew up surrounded by nature (my grandparents live in the Umbrian mountains in a rural village called Loreno that counts only seven inhabitants), and that nature always reassured me. I somehow felt like I could talk about those experiences through it. I couldn’t go out, so I brought nature and light to me: I began searching in my photographic archive, and this visual diary was born.
Instinctively, almost to protect all the emotions I was experiencing, I created a parallel world in which the absence of time, the "non-places" and the dreamlike factor has allowed me to face the difficult reality I have lived and the need to breathe through imagination.
After almost four years I still find, most of the time unknowingly, glimpses of them in my daily life, in my spaces and in the people that are close to me.