Often, for those who see my photographs for the first time, the art of Dècollage and the two great masters like Mimmo Rotella and Jacques Villeglé come immediately to mind.
Of course, how can you not agree with them.
Maybe as a child, I saw some of their work.
At that age, for sure, they did not strike as being that much but I do believe that they were deeply impressed in my mind. It must certainly have gone like this, otherwise I can't explained why, every time I find myself in front of a torn poster, I always feel the same thrill and a strange emotion.
I was born and raised in the midst of photographs.
I'm a photographer, not a painter.
I photograph what is for me already a painting.
Designed, however, not by the hand of a man, but by an artist called wind,
I force myself not to touch what I find and not to interfere in any way.
I don't want to touch anything because art is already present, it's already there.
Mine is just a search, a discovery.
The discovery of something that is already perfect.
Just find it.
Just see it.
Just waiting to be photographed.
This work came about by chance one day in Paris, in the metro galleries, where there were some spaces with advertisements and event posters hanging on the walls.
In some places, the darkest and least frequented ones, there were some that have been there for some time.
They were old, ruined and wet with moisture.
They are broken and torn, they are worn and dangling.
But they were beautiful, they were full of mystery and intrigue.
That is how my work as a photographer all started that fascinates and excites me for almost five years.
A search without a clear destination began in the streets of Paris, took me to the silent streets of Venice and to the streets of many cities in Italy and the world.
"Solitaire papier" is my personal journey through forgotten cards, reduced to distracted and fleeting glances.
People run, always in a hurry and no longer look at them.
They are old and no longer deserve attention.
"Solitaire papier" is an invitation to stop, to slow down, to find the time to notice apparently less beautiful things, to see their renewed charm, they still have so much more tell.