This diary was born in Buenos Aires, in a suspended time of quarantine, far from my native land, Italy. Without the possibility of returning. My move to Buenos Aires coincides with the desire to get out of the comfort zone and approach documentary photography. When the emergency came, three months after my arrival in Argentina, I started to photograph this suspended time and I felt the desire to imprint this transition phase between what was before and what will be after. And from desire to explore the psychological walls inherent within us, often difficult to decipher. The wall then becomes a metaphor for the human limit, the obstacle that stands in the way of interpersonal relationships, the set of conventions and prejudices that we raise around us. I think that it’s important do not underestimate the psychological aspects that this historical moment is touching, we are all touched by a global sense of involvement, and we have to face the self-perception and relationships alteration. New thoughts and new dreams. Sometimes I have the impression that this forced isolation is offering us the opportunity to look beyond, to create gates and go deeper. Closed within house walls, almost forced to immerse myself and my roots – the same ones that I often dream of and where my unconscious finds its space and time – I find myself being carried away by the imagination, as if I was looking for new questions. When I miss home and is not allowed to come back, I create gates and occasionally travel from Argentina to Italy. Directly into the sea.
Could it be an opportunity to deconstruct ourselves and make new not-ordinary questions to which we were accustomed?
