Il Fiore del Deserto
Dolomiti, October 2018
Walking in the woods of mount Avena, I was shocked by the extent of the uprooted trees still lying on the ground after the passage of storm Vaia. Silent giants dyed ashen white and deprived of any life or colour. Majestic creatures with immense roots lying in the sun. A graveyard of good titans who silently screamed at humans not to forget what had happened.
Venice, November 2019
The sirocco wind was rattling the window panes. The rain was beating so hard I could not speak in the house. The plants all around were bent by the fury of the gusts. In Venice, the sea was invading the narrow streets, turning from hour to hour into a frightful torrent that carried away everything it encountered on its way.