This work came up during a crucial point in my life. The Easter path led me to block out everything and go in search of something that needs a name. I began my investigation with other people starting from the middle of something. An invisible river into woods. the city, indeed, had become an impossible place to cross: too many signs, will-o’-the wisps, images and pointless maps preserved by a society whose only concern is to keep bodies, images, and minds as well.
Once everything will be classified and computerized, we will probably have about 12 millions of images. But my work, both a video and a report of pilgrimage, shows images nobody would probably classify because they are timeless. Like human beings.