They say public speaking is a gift, but for me, it is a challenge. When I speak, my thoughts often drift into murmurs and long silences; words can arrive slowly, heavy and uninspired. Writing comes more naturally to me—not with the pretension of a man of letters, but with the simple joy of finding that one brilliant line that can spark a smile.
With photography, however, everything changes. It’s not just printed paper, silver salts, or ink splashes. It is an immersive relationship, a visual transposition of the soul. The true subject isn’t what I see through the viewfinder, but the feeling it evokes in me.
Whether it’s the weather-beaten face of an old man, the sinuous curve of a fine automobile, or the infinite tenderness in the eyes of a ‘big old dog,’ my goal is to tell a story. Beauty, love, wonder, and disbelief pass through my lens long before they ever reach my words.
My studio? It has no fixed borders. I live and work in a specific place, but my true ‘desk’ is the landscape that surrounds me. You’ll find me among the rolling hills of Valdichiana and Val d’Orcia, along the shores of Lake Trasimeno, amidst the ancient stones of Arezzo and Siena, or wherever the Tyrrhenian coast offers a light that demands to be captured.
If you want to know who I am, look at my galleries: every light I’ve chosen, every frame I’ve sought, tells you more about me than any portrait ever could. My work is who I am.