Walking at night, on streets and squares illuminated only by artificial lights,
has always been a source of great inspiration, curiosity and veiled melancholy for me.
Places are transformed, taking on an autonomous dimension with respect
to their diurnal nature, bringing out invisible stories, real or imaginary.
A contrast is created between heat and cold, loneliness and comfort, darkness and hope.
The night becomes the best time to see differently, to get lost in dreamlike dimensions where reality mixes with our imagination and our memories, creating alternative stories
that take shape from the personal experience that we have inside.