Nicole has a home. Indeed, maybe three. Each is special. Each is a refuge, a nest, a time box. The word “home” is feminine and, as such, it has the power to generate new inhabitants, often linked by family ties. It takes time to understand the depth of the living space that she has seen us grow up and become adults, in the same way it takes time to deconstruct the past, to settle personal feelings and to be able to build the present with new affective structures. Nicole has three houses. A maternal, the home of the creative force. One that has its roots in the past of her great-grandmother where, in memory, life and nature follow the rhythm of childhood joy. One, filled with the daily scents of food prepared with the heart, the grandmother's house. Nicole Marchi, a young and sensitive author from Romagna, told through black and white photography the need to confront herself with the places and with the models of her own life. Her images follow one another delicately, like fairy tales whispered to a dreaming ear: here are the shadows of the trees, perhaps the oblivion of memories, that surround the house, a tangible sign of human presence. A life of hers, hers, and that of "her women of hers", lived with the awareness of being always part of that educated but not harnessed nature that is the world of the countryside. The author shows us where to focus our gaze in order to understand the gestures and signs of the world she lived. She asks us to imagine the summer heat of a moment of rest, the fatigue of cultivating and the satisfaction of harvesting, the tumult of the collapse and the melodious noise of reconstruction. With her photographs Nicole accompanies us, taking us by the hand, to walk the rooms, the streets, the intimate spaces of family sharing and the landscapes that have built her present. Because after all, just follow a woman in a floral dress, and at the end of your journey you will always find a house waiting for you. Indeed, maybe three.