We currently live on a sharing hysteria. We feel the urge to share everything. As if we don’t do it, we don’t actually exist. I think we need some distance from current reality so we can stop to share anything that happens, and instead choose what is really worth documenting, and what is not.

The great difficulty lies in the choice of what you want to cut out and what you choose to focus on.
Photography has always been my tool to get structure and order into my thoughts, to express myself and stay focused. Pictures are a surface that can turn into a more elaborated imaginary space, geared toward the analysis of familiar places. My work is a form of detachment from reality, as much as a kind of sinking in it; it’s like a process, to become conscious of what surrounds us, what forms us and what alters our feelings. I like to slip into this reality to pick existential scattered pieces that resemble the state of things, and see how ordinary spaces become poetry. It’s being here in this life; I’m collecting spaces like private memories through which I’m building my meaning of things. I have developed a deep interest in the poetics of urban landscape, in particular for the uncanny and for all those phenomena of estrangement and alienation related the space around us. I want to evoke a sense of eeriness in the viewer, like jamais vu, the impression of seeing a situation for the first time, despite rationally knowing it is beforehand.

At this link you can find some personal projects I care about.