“you can’t read loss: only feel it”
Rooms are the containers of our lives and make them special, unique.
Here infinite moments are preserved and overlap, fragments of life that, changing shape, then become memories in our minds.
Lights, shadows, sounds, fragrances.
The suggestions related to the topics of absence and loss are revealed by the narrative devices of the dream and the “glass as threshold”: metaphors of the boundary between a condition in which we live and the one in which we would like to.
Divested of my presence behind the camera, these images are the result of an empathic relationship, a moment of trust and harmony between me and the women involved, -not just- interpreters of these experiences.
Left shrouded only by their silence and their interiority, they find their own dimension, their own identity.
As if, taking a step back, you can see yourself reflected.