Notes, for a glimpse.
Month of February, soft chill, sky with no clouds over the Eni village of Borca di Cadore.
And off I go, to visit the Colonia.
A place of a thousand shapes: and yet I don’t suffer any dispersion because of it. Rather, I stockpile a great number of images, and they, in turn, lead me back to a human will to respect and accept.
An organic world made of multiple geometries where I see children rejoicing, each of them with their own ray of sunlight, a diaphragm between the artificial and the natural.
