A photographic journey about the loss of a loved one, in this case my mother. How her past presence has permeated walls, floors, rooms, objects of a house where absence now reigns strong. I wanted to reconstruct the testimony of her being there, only from the material side because the feeling is enclosed with strength in the prison of the heart.
Born in Palermo in 1974, I have been having a natural flair for the shot since he was 10, using a Polaroid 1000 model borrowed from my brother. A few years later the first experiments in street photography gave way to the glossy world of glamour. The real revolution begins owning a Kodak's bridge camera with a 24x zoom which trained my eye to look for the hidden details of things, as in an imaginary game in which there is always something hidden from reality that may tickle the wonder of surprise.