Rocks, trees and water
Ticino, the place where I am coming from and where I always come back to, inevitably arises contrasting emotions. On one hand I have countless memories of my childhood spent in a limbo of happiness and light-heartedness. On the other hand, I became a powerless witness of deep changes of what I have previously considered to immutable, leaving me with a sense of grey nostalgia.
During my last visit I wanted to record places that inspire me and evoke the feeling of happiness. These are the places of absolute beauty. They seem to be beyond time, but this is only an illusion and they will change: like the water grinds the stone e, a river shapes a valley and clouds filtrate a ray of light.