A Green Ray that never features. Instead, we sense it – seeing beyond our own eyes, beyond the hills – we sense it for an instant. We are plunged into the unknowable, beyond the horizon, beyond seeing altogether. In a single 11 minute take, the film takes us from lush sunsets, to beyond the green ray, and into the gloaming, into the heavy night's darkness, where we await the impending storm.

A silent short, focusing on the beauty and melancholia of seeing horses in the cold fog, and the metaphors that manifest, as time passes.

There are many protagonists in this video: the woods, above all, and different types of animals, natural light effects, installations by various artists (these were installed along the pathway in a Piedmont Valley in the North West of Italy as a result of a production of material in the field occurred during the project “La collera delle lumache” (The Snails’ Wrath), the stream, the sky, and other landscapes. Each of these elements, from time to time, can ‘take over the scene’ of Soglie (Thresholds), becoming the momentary protagonist of the work, totally without any pre-established hierarchies. An intangible entity that was possible to document only by evoking it with this composition of images and sounds, all of which are absolutely authentic and not treated in any way during post-production. One could define Soglie (Thresholds) as an epic of the events of those days, that which was seen by the invisible eyes of the woods and narrated by the forest itself. I repeatedly dreamed of it over the long term that I devoted myself to the choice of images and sounds, and to their transformation, and now tell my dream to everyone who sees this video work.

A solitude found in the distant storm.

The neutral surface of the screen is continuously traversed by luminous interferences. The surface, defined by the screen, is traversed by a beam of light in multiple directions, revealing bodies of different nature and identity. Light, as a technical resource, names the object and, in its incessant movement, establishes a play of correspondences. Light is the eye that forms a singularity from the whole. Light is the language that isolates from the indistinct noise of sounds.

What happens when a place is abandoned by humans? Thereby, where for a long time there have been temporary settlements of marginalised, rejected, undocumented communities in tents or dilapidated dwellings made from the waste materials of our welfare civilisation, when they are forcibly displaced, it is nature that takes their place. Here, the gaze moves in a forest on the outskirts of a city, which grew up where only twenty years earlier there was a Roma camp. Only at nightfall is it possible to glimpse the testimonies of these tenures, which emerge as remnants one cannot retain, like absurd intuitions that disappear as soon as one thinks have understood them.