Mi sono ritrovata nel silenzio di una mancanza

How do you get out of an existential crisis? You stop being who you are until silence comes.

That’s how it worked for me. I tried to live with the thought that soon I would no longer be an artist, until all the reasons not to be who I am disappeared. Not on their own—I let them go: job, marriage, children, house.

In that emptiness, I discovered what it truly means to continue. I realized I could give up stability, security, even the life I thought I wanted, just to stay an artist. I started living between Italy and Romania, searching for a place where I could exist fully, not just survive. Every border, every journey, every temporary space became a way of measuring my freedom—and my silence.

I document this life with a thermal camera for children, a tool that freed me from the desire for perfection. It allows me to create almost infinite images of my daily experience without deciding which moment is most important, without forcing the experience itself to be significant or relevant. From my morning coffee, to the bus ride to the studio, to the feet of people sharing the street with me, to details I hardly even notice—I sometimes take photos without even looking through the lens. Life passes through these temporal and spatial dimensions unnoticed, and yet, through this process, I see it physically transform into hundreds of prints. They say: I was here. I exist.

This practice is a detachment from expectations—the curated realities on social media, the projections of the future, the things that seem more important than the small acts of daily life. It is about noticing presence without judgment, documenting being without hierarchy, and reclaiming the freedom to exist in each moment as it is.

Mi sono ritrovata nel silenzio di una mancanza (I found myself in the silence of a lack) is about surrender and discovery—the letting go of everything that feels permanent so that the self that truly creates can continue. And in that silence, I can finally hear what matters most: the ordinary, the fleeting, the unmeasured, the real.