My city is an invisible city. A city where chaos reigns, where disorder and disrespect are accepted, in which the rules are not followed, in which a hand washes the other and it’s all ok. I lived in an infernal city, where the majority of the people accept the hell that they live in, up to the point of not seeing it anymore. After a long time, I went back to my hometown. Almost every day I was walking the same streets and seeing the same places. I have photographed Palermo for years, I have tried to immortalize its every facet and capture it in a more aesthetical representation. I have fought in time to find an ideal language to talk about this city, with its beauties and its immense problems, but I discovered that the only way was to just take photographs of it.
madre di misericordia,
vita, dolcezza e speranza nostra,
ricorriamo esuli figli tuoi;
a Te sospiriamo, gementi e piangenti,
in questa valle di lacrime.
rivolgi a noi gli occhi tuoi
dopo questo esilio,
attraverso il frutto benedetto del tuo seno.
o dolce depravata