Sunday

I was listening to Alphaville and, as sometimes happens, “turn our golden faces into the sun” produced a click. Although in the song the meaning of the verse is much deeper, in my mind it ignited the image of a calm and bright morning, on a quiet beach, a pure moment of carpe diem.

This is how this work was born: sunny, warm, almost translucent figures, lost in a timeless Sunday. A day when you do nothing, but you experience everything. I wanted the image to be like a warm breeze, a little nostalgic, a little dreamy, but very present.

To induce that suspended moment in which we turn, even if for a moment, our face to the sun and allow ourselves to be.

Forever.