Home is the noise of car tires on gravel after taking a right turn from the village road. It is the smell of grass, hay, manure and flowers. Home is silence in the company of nature sounds from sunrise to sunset. It is green, blue and yellow. 


I grew up in a farm, near the city of Milan.
Twenty-five families of farmers were employed in fields and dairy production and lived in the compound where I was brought up. With industrialization and technological advances the place gradually transformed into an equestrian centre. It changed again in the last two decades, hosting now a vet clinic, some apartments, a vegetable garden and a calvalry museum.

I have always perceived or perhaps projected some nostalgia when listening to stories about hunting, fishing, horse riding, milkers and rice weeders. I have been deeply fascinated by this place.

What started off as a memory research, became a reflection about the passage of time and simultaneously an attempt to stop it with the only medium that can achieve immortality.

Family photos are more than just the image of beloved ones; they are historical documents, able to inform us and shape ideas we have about our ancestors. They can tell intimately the story of our families, somehow symbolic of ourselves, in the mirror of our history.


This project combines family photographs captured between the late 1930s to the 1950s and images that I have shot today. Throughout the work I have included extracts of old correspondence from my great grand mother to her daughter, ignored in a drawer for decades. 

“The sun has finally appeared, and together with it, so has life in the fields and in the air. Mr. Necchi keeps moaning for the rain. Tomorrow they will pay bread for the month of September, it is about 1700 lire.”

“There are moments when the sky covers itself, but then the sun wins the clouds and goes back to shining in the blue.”

“My lovely daughters,

home without you is like a tomb, quiet and silent. The heat is quite hot. Mr. Giovanni worked in the garden: he planted cabbage and  fixed two flower beds. Dahlia flowers have been moistened, gladiolus are worsening more and more. Mr. Fanino and Mrs. Nina have recovered. Horses and foals are in wonderful shape. They miss their trainers... Remember my wishes, be the guardian angel your protector each hour of the day. Be cautious.” 

“I thought I had seen him, up there in the sky, next to grandma and the Admiral. When a person leaves us like this, suddenly memories, desires and many others things arise in the heart.”

“My Dear Marianna,

yesterday morning we picked up the fish pot, we caught several small fish. In the afternoon, Mr. Necchi came with his horse and together with myself and Carlo we left for Vidigulgo village to visit untie Lena. Flik, Tapin, Tell and Fido are doing great. The day before yesterday, Mr. Lombardi threw a wooden stick in the water. Fido jumped in and brought it back to him”. 

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