Horizons and depths
I am Sicilian, an islander. Accustomed to the sight of the sea, to its constant, majestic presence. The sea is a metaphor for existence and a reminder of precariousness and death for every individual, but also a symbol of energy and sexuality. For this reason, when one looks at the sea, it is like taking a dive into the immensity, both dark and bright, of our interiority.
When I happen to observe someone who lingers to watch the sea, it feels like I am secretly participating in an intimate experience, in which each one experiences their infinite fragility. Some surrender to it, others shy away from it. Those who, like me, are Sicilian, accept it as an ineluctable part of their existence.
These snapshots are a collection of some of my furtive intrusions into the depths of perfect strangers, all united, like me, by the sensitivity to the charm of the mystery that the sea and its horizons enclose.