Installation Proof, first year class FMAV
Now, I dragged my body to become a statue. I closed inside the luggage for the rest of myself. Dreams, feelings and love. I am suspended above the grave. The forest is growing, and its scream breaks the silence.
I passed the last two month to try to rebuild my photography vision and build a new path that can give to myself to explore a new way to see and watch the world. Thanks to Fondazione Modena Arti Visive and its instructor, I have the opportunity to know better myself as a person and consequently as a photographer, acquiring new skills.
The forest is life, breaths, is born, grows and dies. Water nourishes and bathes the seed hidden in the earth's womb. Everything flourishes and lives in harmony with itself. Heavy stones roll down the mountain. Am I just passing through? The broken trunks are the scars. Everything works and everything is what it needs to be. Too bad we are already dead outside.