Series of Ceramic Sculptures, Photographies and Video Performance, 2022

To return to where we should return, to walk the same steps, touch the same stones and with each touch allow the explosion of memories to overtake us. That is the only way I travel. This is how I feel every time I return to the eternal city of Rome. Home could also mean a place where we periodically return because we feel good right there, we speak the tongue, we know the dark and bright corners, we know the history and have history with the place and its inhabitants. We feel at home.

Rome, on top of giving me many gifts, was also the place where I first experienced the death of my ego. But not just that, it all happened on top of the magnificent arches of the Palatino. The ruins and I were one, as cheese as it may sound. I lost my ego then, to return 12 years later and try and find it.

Ma c’è qualcuno che vuole comprare la mia rovina?

Ma c’è qualcuno che mi vuole portare alla mia rovina?

Vi faccio pure lo sconto…