What value do things have? 
In a world of accumulations and waste, I tried to focus my attention on all that remains, on the finds of a bygone domestic life. I searched for the interrupted stories of a world once inhabited, a world now stopped and of which only fragments remain, the traces, wrapped in silence and in a long wait, as if time itself had lost its consistency. In a present characterized by an obsession with buying, consuming, new and unconditional and irrational accumulation, I have searched in specific places, cellars, attics, garages, warehouses, everything that remains, the objects that decide to stop as to want to escape their nature of silent witnesses, boxes and memories to be protected and preserved as if they were precious rarities.
In the chaos and density that dominate these spaces, I put my attention to the voids, where something was missing, where there was I looked for what is not there, in an epidemic of addiction to "things", which spreads and radicalizes, I focused my gaze there where things take on a meaning. Healing places where, over time, these things are gently forgotten, left on the margins where they cannot be seen as in a topography of objects. The dust guards and protects objects and together with the light gives them new life. On each object touched, the imprint of a personal and universal history remains, the story of a family that lived through these objects.
The objects, the first inhabitants of the house, the legacy of the families who lived there.The stories I have been looking for take shape in the silences and voids of the photographed objects, which seem to have been there for centuries, at the limits of time and space, discolored by the passing of the years, the memory of places that have been spectators of human events.
Not a simple deposit, but living matter, where memory does not appear frozen but organic space whose fragments are recomposed in a new and unexpected way.
The objects like monoliths in the earth, silent and weightless, become an archive of memory and the images are historical documents of everyday life: a domestic archeology made up of stories asleep in their form, as evidence of a human life that can still be saved.