There are places that are ideal for the flourishing of imagination, where the heart arrives before reason, and the eye sees without needing to look.
Here, the mind is free, letting itself drift toward uncertain horizons.
For me, some water landscapes in the Veneto region near Venice become just such places, where time is dictated by the tide and by a constant, gravitational, slow and mysterious motion that swings between flowing and retreating, shaping both the landscape and its perception.
The photographs reproduced in this book are scans of the original silver gelatin prints made by me.
