1 hour and 50 minutes is the time that it takes, or at least should
take, for the train from Verona to Milano to complete its journey. I have
developed in the course of 3 years a relationship with this route, slowly it
became a routine, a commodity, in a way, even if uncomfortable, a home.
Although the feeling of traveling by train appears to be atrociously infinite,
it offers, differently from other methods of transportation, the possibility of
observing the landscape with a different eye, nevertheless it opens the extra-urban landscape, the province, and the industrial zones to infinite creative
In this photographic storytelling, I retrace visually the
aforementioned train line, grounding down photographically its geometry, its
nature, and the extinction of life in the countryside. What I offer is therefore
the silence of whatever happens outside the windows of a train.