The season is over. The Autumn wind shakes the branches of the trees, solitary witnesses in a motionless space. In the house of someone who cannot sleep, a television lightens up the pale white-painted rooms. Empty hotel neon lights reflect their luminescence on the windscreen of my car.
Silence is filled with small, almost imperceptible, sounds:
old bulbs flickering, radiators and ventilation systems sizzling in the dark.
Everything looks the same, orderly and ready.
Perfectly outlined. It’s hard to not feel alone.
I get out of the car and I light up a cigarette while watching a big calf vanishing like a ghost in the haze that has risen in the meantime.
His story is already written. He is stuck.
Nothing can be changed. Here is the light of dawn.
I think about the people I lost and who have lost themselves in this place.
Animals speak to me and palms look like fireworks.
You couldn't feel bad.
Turistica is a long-term project (2015-2019) realized in medium format analog photography shot in some neighborhoods of Locarno, my hometown in the southern part of Switzerland.