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Davide Santangelo


My mother’s face
I tried to tell about my mother’s illness, but when she passed away, despite my attempts, I could not complete the story. Perhaps, unconsciously, my mind was trying to adapt to her absence.

I had not seen these photos in a long time. Now that I look at them, I notice one constant: in all the photos I took, even the discarded ones, I never portrayed my mother’s face. I probably refused to accept the transformation of her body and wanted to preserve the memory of her contagious smile.

Davide Santangelo

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