Two years ago I began to questioning about the superfluous that pervades the daily life, about the malaise with respect to the frenzy that society imposes, about the quality of the nourishing relationships and matured the need to move away from the know, to often be silent with myself, listen to my voice and put order in thoughts. I emptied the drawers and the words, I started a deconstruction that still accompanies me today. I believe that emptying means making room for the unknown, for something that will be, like sculpture that takes away matter to make form appear. For me it meant making room for new thoughts, the essentials, the connections that mattes and sacred around us. That sacred that I find in so many apparently insignificant gestures, to the land that give us beauty, to everything that does not please us. “It was a sort of urgency to feel alone and in the company of all the beings who abandon themselves to the flow: leaves, mountains, animals, children and some adults, worn out or shiny.”
