As I write this I am on a flight thinking about how to tell the story of my residency week at Macro Asilo. The plane has just risen above the level of the clouds, and the landscape that was once gray and shadowy is now illuminated and paradisiacal. This contrast between light and shadow, between reality and its interpretation, is the same one I utilized for the series of works I created during those seven days.

With the help of my father, I built a space where reality was flipped, where lights became shadows and vice versa. A massive darkroom in which it was possible to create large photographic negatives, through which I sought to capture the dreams and nightmares of the people portrayed. Transitioning from drawing with shadows to painting with light, I created a piece that invited an understanding of the photographic instrument.

For a long time, I imagined such a place, envisioning a dark room space which would become the scene of a theatre that splits in two. A room divided in half, with actors who, through their performance, could create a new space, a place of imagination. I asked Sabato Angieri, a writer and journalist, for a script, Oliver Lexa, an opera director to handle the direction, and Arianna Serrao, Carlotta Ronadana, and Lorenzo Fantastichini to perform the piece. It was a moment of pure experimentation and sharing in which each person entered the reality of the other, discovering new languages, and delving into them in the most spontaneous and genuine way possible.

The interaction of the audience was also crucial; by participating in the creative process, they became a part of the artwork itself, contributing to the creation of a space for encounter and experimentation, as requested by the director Giorgio De Finis.

This is the first time I've seen such a different idea of a museum put into action in my city, and I'm proud to have been able, in my own small way, to contribute to making it real. Thanks to this experiment, I've started to believe again in the possibility of a necessary change taking place, even in a city like Rome.