Wildlife

Birds

Macro

Pets

In what surrounds me, I love to look for aspects that evoke images that belong outside of reality. To this series belong some shots that I call fluid, they are shots of water reflections, although real, they appear to us in pictorial form, their little definition, similar to brush and spatula strokes, shows us paintings, even though they are not. In other images, I have brought together elements that seem to strangely coexist, as in the series "The flying fish of Milan", in which buildings and fish mix, almost as if air and water had exchanged roles.

The search for these unions is not an easy task, but precisely because of this it’s stimulating, it pushes one to seek, look and discover; in short, what every good photographer should always do.

This series is dedicated to shadows, it is, in fact, thanks to them that we manage to bring out the light. Shadows are wrongfully interpreted, in some cases, as negative components, I rather think that they give great appeal to images: they hide, therefore they make you imagine what could be hidden inside them, they give light the chance to reveal only a few details, they are like a dress that covers a sensual body.

Light and shadow coexist in each of us, and it is thanks to the acceptance of the latter that we manage to be individuals full of nuances and not flat and boring.

Despite the loss of a parent at an early age, childhood is a time in my life of which I have beautiful memories. The experiences and sensations that I have lived, the games, the honest friendships, the world poised between fantasy and reality, the infinite time will forever be engraved in my heart and my mind. Therefore I wanted to try and create a photographic project that tells the story of childhood, I immediately understood how hard this undertaking was but
I continued anyway, the attempt will be a work in progress for a long time, I have been working on it,

very slowly, for a few years. I have deliberately avoided taking pictures of children’s faces, as much as possible, for privacy reasons but also because what I care about is grasping a gesture or a common situation, without the need to show anything else, it is a suggestion to remind ourselves what we have been, what made us who we are, who we are and who we will be.

The relationship between our body and the surrounding space speaks of our history and our present, of the physical and emotional traumas we have experienced, of what sports we did or keep doing, of our daily life and the various stressors that condition it.

Many aspects, which we often don’t consider, contribute to the way we stand, we move and relate to ourselves and others, how we sleep, breathe, chew, observe. Posture is our history.

I started this collection of images, in continuous evolution, almost by chance, observing from above how different sitting subjects positioned their legs in different, yet funny, ways.

After all, we too are like leaves, hanging on a branch from which we do not want to let go, then comes a gust of wind and we hover in the air; the flight will be more or less short, but we will eventually find ourselves kissing the earth, that earth from which everything is born and everything ends.

Trampled, crushed, crumbled, they seem to penetrate the asphalt, their appearance resembles that of fossils, but it is only a few hours that they have touched the ground. Cars, motorbikes, vans, trucks, bicycles, pedestrians, no one takes pity on them, they are already dead, huge cemeteries fill the streets of the city. The wind, the snow and the rain will take care of turning them into dust and disperse them forever.

Maybe that water has something magical? Maybe it can confer extraordinary powers? One thing is for sure, it certainly gives a nice relief from the great heat and makes the little ones spend a fun and peaceful afternoon.

The great heat in one of the most popular places in Milan, Piazza Gae Aulenti. What for adults is an unbearable climate, becomes, for the little ones, an opportunity for fun and games. The situation and atmosphere were fairytale-like, the little protagonists, hopping and running among the splashes of water, seemed to be goblins intent on finding out what magic was hidden behind those jets that miraculously sprang from the earth.