Research, gaze, intuition.
Select dozens and dozens of historical photographs.
I start again with hundreds of old postcards.
I go deeper and deeper into history and places.
I wait and call the speed of a new vision, cut.
Accident. I'll recompose. Imagine.
I bring together what was divided, I bring together what was distant.
In my head I create a new story.
I superimpose images of people in even ironic, sometimes paradoxical spaces.
Distant time approaches, space expands beyond its perimeters.
The memories of others become memories of everyone.
I create a sort of disorientation of the present.
Continue the closed composition by hand.
Squares, woods, gates, lakes, buildings, boats, everything continues out of proportion.
First only with the graphic sign, sometimes with the fullness of color.
In the final moment, when the title is revealed to me, I open up further possibilities.
Families, travellers, children, athletes, lovers, skiers, lonely hearts, relive beyond.
They are my New Stories. Of all.
