NON RICORDO ESATTAMENTE QUANDO
It’s late afternoon in the summer, and it’s just stopped raining. An hold man has fallen asleep on the train that circles the Etna. I’m sitting here in front of him and think about his awakening and possible destination. The more i look at his face, the more its contours fade, while the echo of the volcano mingles with the noise of the train. Who are you? When did you fall asleep? Is it me talking your through your face or is the landscape that I read in your mouth that’s telling me who you are?
Non ricordo esattamente quando (Appunti Video Vulcano), 6', digital, color, sound, 2002
all images © Antonio Rovaldi