Ieri, oggi ... e domani?
The attention lingers on a colored box. Inside it, between photographs, slices of life follow each other, they gather and overlap with each other. Snapshot of loved people, of men and women with their faces faded into memories, and pictures of me. Yesterday, today... and tomorrow?
It's a visual rappresentation of that wire that unites what I was with what I am. A conversation never rationally started but that is still evolving.