On looking up

This is my tribute to the equity of Nature, that hovers above each one of us.

I've been admiring the sky for a long time. I mean clear blue skyes as well as cloudy ones. Mostly I've been admiring the sky that you can see crossed by the wires of a powerline when you look up, or the one that stand out behind bare branches. The way it strongly pass through the empty spaces between leaves is overwhelming.

I look at the sky when I need calm, when I need inspiration or simply when I need to escape. I've been rising my sight at home, in Italy, but also in Greece, in South Africa, in Scotland, in the Azores in the middle on the Atlantic Ocean... And you know what? The sky's always there, with the same power, at the same moment, for everyone of us.

I've taken lots of pictures of the sky, pointing up with my phone and my camera.

My photos are dgitally processed, altered. But I see these manipulations as the choice of a specific language to describe what I see and what I feel. Just like a poet uses words to express himself, choosing and combining them in a different way than in everyday life. These are my poems. This is an ode to nature, to the sky above us, written on loose sheets of paper.

This is why I walk around looking up.