There are moments in which dreamlike images shimmer through real landscapes. All of a sudden, that place we had seen many times before becomes the setting of our fantasies, dreams, memories. It may be a particular light, an extremely light-blue sky, a smell, someone passing by mysteriously, a skirt left on the ground. An element which appears not to belong there, so subtle, yet it transforms this ordinary place into an imaginary landscape. It drags us away for a moment, a few seconds. That is, most of the times, the moment I take my camera and shoot, so this place I inhabit inside comes to light.
As the time passes the single photographs start to relate to one another. When separated from their original context they create independent narratives which become a whisper as they bind to each other.