Mason Vicentino (VI), Italy.

The Scanavin family’s house; my grandfather’s house. While I travel the world, while I change my mind, while I develop new philosophies and I forget old ones, while I push myself forward, looking for new truth and new adventures, there is something that always remains constant. I come back home every 2 to 5 months and when I do I feel lucky to see the same pictures and images repeating themselves over and over again: the same traditions, the same opinions, the same ways of living. Life is so easy here that I cannot even imagine or comprehend it sometimes. The world can be so small and insignificant while at the same time so meaningful. Life is everything that is happening in the moment you are living it: a walk in the sun, a talk about football, the same old glance of your grandfather (lost between you and the incomprehension of who you are today), a glass of home-made red wine, shaving a thin beard while sharing ancient laments about health. Harmony is inside all of these actions and I am impressed to see how intensely we can still perceive these simple emotions that we seem to have forgotten the ability to witness.