After years of photographing systems — from energy to extraction — I turned inward.

Genea Illogica began with dislocation: becoming a father as a relationship ended, and the search for roots where none existed.

In the forests of San Vi’, between mist and silence, I found echoes of Proust’s idea that the soul is a dark forest intertwined with genealogical trees.

“Siamo arrivati alla panchina e ci siamo seduti lì…

Così pensavo e non mi sentivo infelice.”

Created for a friend, with a friend who became important in my life.

Published as an artist book of 186 copies and three portfolios of 22 platinum prints (20×25 cm).