This work is research into a landscape that does not exist somewhere but exists everywhere. A path among ruins.
For about a year, I had some time that I dedicated to exploring a certain landscape in southern Italy.
Accompanied by an incessant sense of loss, I have walked amidst wastelands, collecting in images what chance and instinct made me come across; I have penetrated into an uncoordinated geography, into Aion, into a time freed from our presence.
Wherever I have gone, crossing streets, fields, buildings, primordial figures, ghosts and scattered geometries, I have been seduced by what is out of place, out of time, incapable of placing itself, I have experienced the impression of walking through the gaps of History or any history.
In this magnetic field, in atmospheric silence, I witnessed the spectacle of a dissolution.
The ruins, the contemplation of the uninhabited, tell of something that will not return, that is slowly fading away, in a slow and apathetic apocalypse that silently is incapable of giving credence to human meaning and dreams and that mute, slipping out of memory, forces us to reflect on our fragility.
It is from the dramatic realisation of these processes that this exercise in the useless moves, the desire to crystallise twilight, to experience something belonging to a familiar spirit that transcends history. Hence, piling up ruins in order to transfer them to a world remote in space and time, disconnected from use and meaning, where things free of being useless insistently ask us where we are going.
Witnessing this dissolution of pieces falling in on themselves was a way of placing myself in meditation between two infinite arrows running in opposite directions, feeling myself the carrier of one and the other, in a particular ecstatic journey/escape that suggested to me the experience of pure time.