The son of family.

Love shatters the heart...
Was this what my father was thinking when he planted that scarecrow in the vineyard?

This is the starting point of my investigation on family, on the way I relate to others and my relationship with the places I live in.
From this perspective, reality no longer follows conventional rules of space and time, but it is shaped by my emotional experience, which redefines places and affective relationships according to its own priorities and beliefs that are not always true.

What began as a game has suddenly taken a completely different turn revealing itself to be a concession to the stubborn and spoiled gaze of the son to whom all is allowed, out of love out of fear out of awe.
The image bows to the little despot changing formats and colour hoping that accommodating his tantrums a place in the continuation of the species will be secured.

Love shatters the heart and perhaps keeps the wild boars away from the harvest.

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-Lorenzo Vecchio-














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