La Memoria Immaginata
La llamada del Atlas
where image finds the word it was missing
Everything I create, I wish could become something tangible. Image and word have always moved together for me — one completes what the other cannot say alone — and there is a form built exactly for that: the book.
A screen shows. A book is held. It asks for a comfortable armchair, a quiet hour, hands that turn pages instead of scrolling past them. That intimacy — the weight of paper, the pace it forces on the reader — is not a limitation. For certain stories, it is the only presentation that does them justice.
BOOKS
Emotionage
Anni di Piombo
Fotopoesie
BOOKS
where image finds the word it was missing
Everything I create, I wish could become something tangible. Image and word have always moved together for me — one completes what the other cannot say alone — and there is a form built exactly for that: the book.
A screen shows. A book is held. It asks for a comfortable armchair, a quiet hour, hands that turn pages instead of scrolling past them. That intimacy — the weight of paper, the pace it forces on the reader — is not a limitation. For certain stories, it is the only presentation that does them justice.
La Memoria Immaginata
Emotionage
Fotopoesie
La llamada del Atlas
Anni di Piombo