This project is about my childhood. When I used to play among those gigantic chestnut trees. Today as I see them falling down it is to me imposible to let them disappear. 

This is also all about time. I m trying to reach memories, sensations, to reconnect with those who aren’t here anymore. I find in the forest the exact expresion of time, in those old trees time is writing itself. In every line of wood, layers and colors reside the expresion of time. 

Working on this project is for me a meditative process where time is irrelevant. I can spend 6 month or a years on a single piece of wood and stop when i feel the need to. Out of every injonction that modern society try to impose to us (time and productivity). Finally I have decided to make the time mine.