The photographic representation that I prefer and that generates deep and lasting emotions in me, is represented by “motion”. Perhaps it is because of its ability to synthesise the flow of time which is realized in the sense of movement enclosed in a single frame, perhaps it is because movement appears to me as the irrepressible longing of life itself, the visible demonstration of a sort of ‘vital aura’ of the things represented. In the imperfect and imprecise form of a ‘movement’ I perceive a sort of familiarity in which all our imperfection resides. The representation of the indefinite, with its oscillating and ethereal forms, with its fluctuating temporal dimension where everything is presence and absence at the same time, creates the illusion of infinity. It is a kind of representable, conceivable infinity. And it preserves its mystery untouched.