In life sometimes events follow one another without giving you a chance to breath.
The news of my partner’s pregnancy; a mourning that has deeply affected us; the inability to receive a hug from friends and relatives; Italy, and the whole world, paralyzed by a pandemic.
So came the need to breathe, to return to the place where I grew up, which has always represented a safe haven, a happy island, immersed in an unreal tranquility.
Cocconato d’Asti, in the hills of Lower Monferrato, Piedmont, here everything seem immersed in a surreal calm.
And it is in this reality, as if suspended in time and space, that “Ballad of Woods and Wounds” was born, a sort of rural ballad, a personal narration of a strange period, which talks about me, my roots, those around me but above all of the tension that pervades our lives.
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BALLAD OF WOODS AND WOUNDS / 2020
In life sometimes events follow one another without giving you a chance to breath.
The news of my partner’s pregnancy; a mourning that has deeply affected us; the inability to receive a hug from friends and relatives; Italy, and the whole world, paralyzed by a pandemic.
So came the need to breathe, to return to the place where I grew up, which has always represented a safe haven, a happy island, immersed in an unreal tranquility.
Cocconato d’Asti, in the hills of Lower Monferrato, Piedmont, here everything seem immersed in a surreal calm.
And it is in this reality, as if suspended in time and space, that “Ballad of Woods and Wounds” was born, a sort of rural ballad, a personal narration of a strange period, which talks about me, my roots, those around me but above all of the tension that pervades our lives.
FEATURED ON
The Washington Post (USA)
Liberation (France)
Vogue (Italy)
i-D Vice (Italy)
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