I’m in love, always. I live in Italy, near Venice, but I travel a lot.

People inspire my thoughts; I've always loved the relationship I create with them. My pictures are built through words and listening. I feel myself through others.

In my last year, my approach has changed: before it was spasmodic research, now I work step by step for a long time on a single project. I am not in a hurry.

The poetry comes spontaneously. I found my way naturally by passing through the azure and absence of clarity. Everything I've always wanted is to know myself, my identity and my fears, accept my melancholy. To do this, I need to create relationships.

For my work and research, it is crucial. I need to feel the material so I can be sure it is all true. However, in my opinion, you can create an interesting picture with a phone, a digital camera or with a simple wood box. It’s all in our mind and our aperture.

Simply my melancholy. It’s about the search and not the finding.

Women feel like me. With them, I can cry, and with them, I can breathe. They have a heart and ears more attentive. They are my most sensitive part.

It is always and only a matter of trust. It is built slowly through words and silence. And above all, you need to know how to listen.

The landscape has the importance of being ‘no place’. Everything has to be suspended in ‘no time’. I always prefer minimal natural places, with few elements, without visual disorder because the person is the most important thing. The sea is perfect for all these reasons. The sea is my home.

Mericans was born almost by accident. I don’t love shooting when I travel. I want to have my head clear. However, in New York, I found the melancholy of being alone.
This text that I wrote best describes all the work:

The apple that never sleeps.
Of restless skyscrapers
of metal in the air.
Buzzes.

Knots of cement and sheet metal
flags and patriotism.
The poison of traffic
but "please, no smoking!"

So many clichés
building contradictions.
Flavours and smells of thousands of skins,
thousands of nationalities.

A whirl of places
always searching for a story,
yet to create, yet to imagine.

And yet being alone.

Indulging, waiting.
Seeking a fleeting moment in the flow.
Guarding it jealously.
Breaking away.
Stopping.
Alone.

Catching your breath.

Telling yourself that,
anyhow,
you'll be fine.

This last year was very intense. I built many things: exhibitions, workshop, ideas, etc. But above all, I created relationships with the people who gave me the confidence to continue and create my dreams. I found the pleasure of teaching, of giving and receiving.
I want to keep my roots in Italy mainly for the network of contacts I have created, but I love travelling and this can be a good starting point for other things.

For more than a year I've been working on a project with just one person, an investigation into our relationship. Soon it will become an exhibition. It’s just waiting for a right place and a right moment. In very short time I’ll work with another person, an illustrator, for a complicated work on the passage of time. Of course, I want to continue teaching, speaking, and listening.