In the spring, during the lockdown, very different feelings alternated in our minds.
For me there is a relationship between this period and the trip to New York that I made in February 2015. I had gone to New York for the retrospective of Edith Schloss, my dearest friend among the artists of Rome.
I was happy to be there, having collaborated in the realization of the exhibition, after so much work done at a distance, to meet the curator, to see Edith's son again. Emotionally, it was a painful journey, a turning point. I carried with me the sadness of having lost my mother in October 2014. I looked around, I felt in a dream, I was looking for a balance between the pain of loss and love, between the sadness and the euphoria of the journey, the crowd at the inauguration, Edith's letters displayed in a window, and outside the big city that never stops.
The photos reflect my moods; I was attracted and rejected, urged and alienated by what I saw. The cold and the snow were of an unreal, welcoming beauty: a rebirth. This haiku by Kobayashi Issa expresses everything in a few words: "Just because I exist | I am here | among falling snow".