unravelling
the dress of Jadwiga

I was not I, in the sense of my usual
consciousness of myself,
Or, to be more precise,
I was not alone but with someone whom I sought in myself
and could not find.
Constantin Stanislavski
[download PDF] [video: the dress]

vedute di venezia

“Memory’s images, once they are fixed in words, are erased,” Polo said.
“Perhaps I am afraid of losing Venice all at once, if I speak of  it.”

a fragment of a conversation between Marco Polo and Kublai Khan
from Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino
[selected images] [artist statement]

tanto tempo senza notizie di te

[selected images] [artist statement] exhibition available

albergo

les vrais paradis sont les paradis qu’on a perdus. Marcel Proust
[selected images] [artist statement] exhibition available

remembering brodsky

Piazza San Marco is abandoned. The hordes are gone. The Cathedral, the Doge’s Palace stand timeless in the space of memory. The arcades majestic and cavernous, the stones polished by centuries of passing feet.
[selected images from artist's book] [exhibition prints]
[artist's statement & text]
[artist's book] exhibition available

remembering & forgetting: locarno

remembering and forgetting.
presence and absence,
the beginning and the end,
time present and time past,
forgetting and remembering.
[selected images] exhibition available

at the window

Time collapses and the past is still present. Frances Mayes
[selected images] exhibition available

The Girl in the Landscape

she is no longer.
all traces gone.
only the land remains,
a silent witness to her passing.
[selected images] [artist's statement] exhibition available

my mother, myself

We think of photographs as the captured past. But some photographs are like DNA. In them you can read your whole future. Anne Michaels
[artist's book] [flash animation]