Marmo, which means marble in Italian, looks at the breathtaking views of marble quarries. The sharp-edged, cross sections of the Tuscan mountains that over time have become even more grandiose than the world landmarks which are dressed in their stone. The marble industry is conisdered as one of the oldest and largest in the world. Since the Roman times, Italy has been at the forefront of marble production and with the advent of technological advancement, quarrying has intensified. As a result the quarries are enormous, man-made landscapes, rich in graphic detail and vertical views. The light illuminates and bounces off every surface, eliminating any shadows. Then it's the constant noise from various automated machines and diamond cutting wires, only interrupted by a few minutes of silence, then sudden rock explosions, followed by silence again and then more machine noise before the whole loop starts all over again. All that engulfed in an inescapable echo. In fact, everything inside a quarry is so unnatural and in sharp contrast with the norm of the surrounding nature. Added to all that is the presence of the quarry men. Distant, miniature-like people, dressed in high visibility clothing, working non stop. No matter how tall and big they might be, they all seem dwarfed by the enormous walls rising above them. As they endlessly cheap away the precious rock, one cannot stop thinking of the obvious, uneven balance between man and the degree of intervention. Most of my work is centred around the triptych "place, identity, scale" and not least this one. The project does not try to provide answers or points at rights and wrongs of deep mountain excavation. I would rather think of it as a thought provoking exercise. Contemplating the ability of man to take from nature while reshaping natural landscape in a massive scale. One might see the marble quarries as gigantic, impressive sculptures, while another might consider the resulting environmental distraction, or both.