I grew up in one of the most important photographic studios in Calabria where I spent most of my childhood.  Even though time has gone by, if I close my eyes I can still hear the sound of the machines, I can still remember those mechanical gestures that my uncle made on a daily basis: the darkroom, the burnt negatives and the 36mm Kodak rolls.

I used to spend afternoons immersed in what once was known as analogue photography. I watched my uncle bring colors to life with a brush as I took my first shot in Cosenza with a Hasselblad 903, one of my first cameras.

I still remember the emotions I felt before pressing that button. Inside I knew that that moment would accompany me for the rest of my life and still today, in every single shot of mine, I always look for my uncle's eyes.

I am so afraid of time passing and how it makes things disappear that I chose the only work that would allow me to stop it somehow. As human beings, we are conservative by nature, and taking pictures means to crystallize memories into eternity.