To photograph?
I'm not a good photographer, I recognized mistakes and thought I could have done better. I am more of a photographer than a photographer, I had an incredible life. I did psychiatric volunteer work, theater, I had love.
Love for Santi Caleca, a point of reference still today. Then the one for Franco Zecchin. How did it go?
I went to see a Grotowski show, which left Palermo by train to Venice. One of the members of the company, while I was in the audience, came to me and asked me to participate in an internship promoted by the Venice Biennale.
After a few months I left, they called me and there I met Franco Zecchin.
There were French, Japanese. It was forbidden to photograph, but I transgressed and took some shots. They spied and asked me for the rolls. Franco ran out of this villa and bought me some rolls to exchange them with. He had been brave and supportive. A few days later we went out on a boat to Venice, he let some sea water drain on my hand. He was such a kind, shy not cloying. And this was his gesture of attention. That night, instead of sleeping with the others in the sleeping bag, we moved alone to a room that housed a stage set full of dry leaves on the floor. That night we began to get to know each other.