Italy was one of the first and most affected countries during the outbreak,
and from the onset of quarantine I was fortunate enough
to choose to self isolate.
I started reflecting on the protection that the four walls of my home offered,
how ordinary scenes and everyday patterns took on a new meaning.
I started noticing how the passing of time and the changing light would create moments of surrealism and magic.
I felt the urge to follow this presence, even joining it, as the days passed, losing count.
I reflected on the psychological effects of confinement
and how they influenced not only the way viewers perceived
the images of home, but how affected I was while creating them.
The rediscovered importance of the simple and banal things became a tool
to create a parallel space with limitless possibilities,
where to wander without moving.