During my road trip across the American West (3 months, 10000 miles), I read the Geronimo’s autobiography. He died 107 years ago only. I search for the places where he was born, where he lived and struggled.
It is also a time when I myself feel desperate. I want to discover the New World, run away from Old Europe, find a place to breathe, encounter a novel horizon.
As Robert Adams says: “Landscape photography can offer us, I think, three verities - geography, autobiography, and metaphor. Geography is, if taken alone, sometimes boring, autobiography is frequently trivial, and metaphor can be dubious. But taken together… the three kinds of representation strengthen each other and reinforce what we all work to keep intact - an affection for life.” Beauty in Photography: Essays in Defense of Traditional Values
I didn’t try to deal with a specific topic. Our common lot is bound to our land. Exploitation and destruction of the environment is a theme that underlies my work, but in the manner of subjective documents.
My interest is to establish bridges between two ages, two universes, reality and myth ... To open tracks.
I take my time, I work with a 6x6 Hasselbald. The horizons which cut the square in two are a very strong structure which highlights the dualities of these moments.
These horizons are often transformed into a frontal line between nature and human activity. Often it’s the bad that questions us.
But sometimes nature takes its rights back, the traces of man are light and it’s so beautiful that life flows also in me, I breathe, I feel here in my place on my planet.
An Indian legend tells that two wolves fight in man’s heart; one is love and hope, the other anger and fear. The wolf who wins is the one we feed the most.