Can a stone fly? Yes, the stronger a man is, the bigger the stone he can throw. Children do it by the power of imagination. I tried to throw a rock, it went to the sky, but it fell before it could touch the clouds. I tried to make it fly with thought, but I am no longer a child. I tried photography and fooled myself that I succeeded.
I was born in Italy in 1972 and live between the provinces of Milan, Como and Varese. When I was a child I played with my father's camera, but my real passion was drawing. During my graphic design studies an interest in photography matured, and from those days the camera has always been with me. Photography, before it became a job, was a passion. Now I observe what surrounds me, through the limits of photographic vison, imagining the infinite possibilities that can influence the photograph I have not yet taken. Photography is an irresistible alteration, a drug I cannot do without.