These photographs are my sentimental education, my battlefield, a source of warmth, the definition of a territory – not only geographically. These photographs are a jump in the unknown: I was guessing what I wanted to do, without knowing how to. I was progressing, without knowing in which direction I was going towards. Rilke advices to the young poet to have patience with unresolved things, and to love questions themselves. I try somehow to do so, with big moments of discouragement. With the years, the work evolved itself whilst I was myself, and hasn’t finished to as it is linked to my life. It is a photographic autobiography where – like in literary biographies – the facts and thoughts blend in with sensations and destiny, and sometimes, reality with dreams and the imaginary. My photographic journey is my salvation, my Northern Star, like all the people that I met, those I met briefly to those that have always accompanied me, those lost in sight to those that are no more.