Over the past century, the Italian northern Adriatic Coast where I grew up in has been transformed by mass tourism, which has severely modified the landscape and deeply conditioned people’s way of living.
By creating a dialogue between a selection of pictures shot in the same area at different times, the identity of my family members becomes intertwined with apparently strange objects produced by tourism, which are forgotten during the winter months. It is a metaphor representing the process of this phenomenon and how we can’t escape both the physical and psychological effects of what we engage with.
The result is a minimalist narrative imbued with a sense of eternal await, represented by a series of photographic “montages”; this term, which is different from “collage”, suggests the existence of the extra dimension of time, which can be bent, shrunk and condensed.