After the lockdown I was sitting here on the riverbank and the wheat was already cut.

The blackberries stained my notebook, while a constellation of metaphors was filling the sheets with some virtues and prototypes.

They say that everything revolves around the universe and that the only permanent thing is change.

These photographs that I present to you are part of my little study log of records of my natural environment, creating a breeding ground and thus investigating the shift of my identity.