Italy was one of the first and most affected countries during the pandemic, 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.
