The 24th August 2016 there was the earthquake in center Itay, when died 303 people. The origin of part of my family come from this area. We lost 2 house, to say the truth, our houses resisted well to earthquake but other buildings fell down over them. I'm a photographer and normally I tell stories like this. In this case there was a sort of dichotomy inside me more strong than other time. I remember the night of August with my dubt: take the photo camera or go to my parents. Naturally I chose the second one.
The following moments I began to take pictures and a project was born on the earthquake (that is enriched and composed of several stories). Perhaps starting to take photo I had the necessity of understand where I came from. I used the shift lens because it was the right tool to represent the dichotomy, the division in my approach. A dreamlike atmosphere vision of a fantastic land with which man hasn't more been able to speak, interact. This is how man is lost and man loses. The camera is a filter but I wanted another one. The classical narration tells the earthquake as something bad. The earthquake is in the earth nature, the earth that lives and changes and she moves herself.