For three years I lived in Santa Barbara, California. As an emigrant, my friends often asked me what was the thing I missed the most about Italy. The first answers were always “ family, friends, and the food”. But the more this question was brought out, the more I found myself thinking about the waters of the Mediterranean Sea and the small village I grew up in.
These photographs I took this past summer represent my relationship to these memories. They are an investigation into the source of my fascination and attraction, and they also represent harbored fear.
The sea is a place where rules we know don’t apply. We float on top of his waves and hold our breath to submerse ourselves in his depths. The Mediterranean can be clear, blue and reassuring or murky, green, and frightful. He can be calm and flat or rough and stormy.
In all his ways of being, liking it or not, I’ve been there.
The series “An Underwater Essay” is my investigation of what the Mediterranean Sea represents. From the dark side I reject to the calm one I love.