Grandma

Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear

                             Hurt - J. Cash

Grandma

Gloomy sky

Suddenly the wind began to blow so as to keep company to the sky.

Trees

Familiar fog

Back home, like every year for Christmas. Inevitably, the old feelings don’t leave me in peace. I become a different person here. Will it be the fog?

The old house

The bridge

Mason St

Some time ago I started a photographic project to remember all the many bedrooms and other people’s personal spaces I have been in, during my trips in US. I like to see how my presence changes according to the space other people have arranged for themselves, and how the environment around me becomes a medium to reflect my own personality.

This is Mason St, SF.

Window

Ocean Beach

Almost one year ago I was here, enchanted by the same Ocean. And yet, my eyes see differently now.

A dream

Dogs

Anna

In my life I've found myself often surrounded by very special feminine presences, strong women, sort of maternal to me…These pictures of my friend Anna is a tribute to all of them...

Anna - I

Anna - II

Back

Who do I think I am? Am I starting to know it? Do I have new answers or rather new questions?

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