Mason Vicentino (VI), Italy. Scanavin family's house, my grandfather's house. While I travel the world, while I change my mind, while I develop new philosophies and I forget old ones, while I push myself forward, looking for new truth and new adventures, there is something that remain always still. I come back home every 2, 3, 5 months sometimes...and I feel lucky, to see the same pictures, repeating themselves over and over again: the same traditions, the same opinions, the same ways of living. Life is so easy that I don't even imagine sometimes. The world can be so little and at the same time so meaningful. Life is everything is happening in the moment you are living it, a walk in the sun, a talk about football, the same old glance of your grandfather (lost between you and the incomprehension of who you are today), a glass of home-made red wine, shaving a thin beard sharing ancient laments about health. Harmony is inside all of these actions and I am impressed to see how intensely we can perceive some simple emotions that we were not witnessing for a long time.
