"If you hear the story of Fraele Valley, a couple of thoughts might come to your mind when you walk around its lakes. Within ‘clock’s reach’, things weren’t the same. An entire village of peasants, shepherds, merchants sank into the artificial turquoise when the dams were erected. Antique routes, immemorial paths and exchanges between men and women went under water for ever. A primordial life of wars and peaces had been streaming here for long; enemies and friends had been crucially using those passes to meet and redefine each other. Now, what remains of houses, a church, a tavern and a shelter for wayfarers is an ambiguous feeling. Might these waters – with their non-lunar tides – be the only keeper of a secret they themselves made? Might there be the myth of life only when that life is dead? Might the oblivion be the only way to remember?"
I grew up in Bormio, a small town on the Italian Alps. Though I've been living in Bologna for five years, where I'm a student in Oriental Cultures, I still keep in touch with those roots. Photography and life lead me back to my hometown at least once every month. There, as I face its landscapes, I can enjoy the ever-changing silences and the cleanness of spaces. The diversity between this village surrounded by the vastness of mountains and the smoother hills of the city make up the world of my film photography.