“I was a landscape in your dream and all my mountains were on fire”

2010 – ongoing

Space in the form of human relationships.

Is there a way to translate feelings and emotional states into LANDSCAPE? And if so, how? The driving force behind my work has often been the search for such a method, a pursuit I have never brought to full completion, but one I continue to follow.

“The relationship between a space and the person who inhabits it defines the place itself, as well as the experience others have of it as a private realm.”  

(Fernando Espuelas, *IL VUOTO. RIFLESSIONI SULLO SPAZIO IN ARCHITETTURA*, Marinotti, 2011)

Landscape is often perceived as something detached, something *other* from our existence and emotions. A fracture emerges when we try to tell the story of a place, a rift between ourselves and the place itself, something seemingly unbridgeable: above all, the impossibility of a single, unequivocal narrative.

The diptych points to this fracture, this separation: a gap in time and space, an interstice to hold on to, an emptiness to experience and fill with our own voice, the gap that becomes *narrative*.

This is the vacant space where interpretation becomes possible, where a connection with reality can be established. It is in this displacement that, for a brief moment, we become conscious of our own existence. This is where the opening appears.

Through staging, I extend an invitation to enter, to engage, to fill in what is missing; an invitation to imagine what might be possible — something that seems increasingly denied to us in a world locked into the single, unambiguous narrative of neoliberalism.

A space of possibilities, one that encourages people to entertain illusions, to doubt, to demand, to grow suspicious, to desire, to dream, to invent…