Vague visions with indefinite contours. In the fog. The Adriatic, the one that goes from Rimini to the lagoons of the north, in the dead season most of the time appears smooth, humid, slightly rippled. Without waves. So the gaze follows the line of the horizon that opens to minimal landscapes, with few details, almost absent, although significant because intimate. It is a landscape known and at the same time unknown. A landscape of the soul.

Languages: English and Italian.

Edition: 2025