Remember to think of home sometimes

I was born in Trentino Alto Adige, a borderland, straddling two different and historically opposed cultures, Italian and German.

I grew up with the mountains, the fragrant silence of the woods, the fatigue, the company of friends, beer and card games. I grew up with hands skinned by rock and the fear of thunderstorms. I love maps and observing the landscape in all three dimensions, including height, which is the most challenging.

To the mountains, “silent teachers for quiet disciples.” My first portraits I made to you. And to you, I owe the curiosity to know what hides the curve of each path.