“rippen”, “torn”, “broken”  are words frequentely recalled in my work: I feel them as a sort of fault lines able to relocate my gaze and what I’m observing as a photographer.

I was born and raised in a small village, situated in an area hitted by a violent earthquake.

I was almost 7 months old when on November 23 1980, the earth shook for 90 seconds in Irpinia, an area in Campania Region in Italy.

It was Sunday, 7.34 p.m. –they will tell me later hundreds time, because for sure I cannot remember.

“my broken world” has been my first attempt.