The piece consists in a limited serie of 10 original Post-Cards with original photos
taken mostly in Philadelphia, the place where i was living for the last 6 months.
Post-cards are usually the extension of the experience of being in a place. It's a piece of a place that we can send away. A piece of the place we are in that can be send to someone we care about with a short hand-writen message behind. It doesn't need envelopes. It's a small object, a mobile-art that can be easily carried and send away, having the possibility of a strong emotional value depending on the writen message and the person to whom we send it.
I wanted to perverte a little bit the idea of the usual post-card with the beautiful but artificial landscape and use the conceptual ideas of the post-card in a dynamic way, creating new meanings for the post-card it-self.
In this period of my life I was trying to find my place and my path as a person and as an artist. Many times I felt I didn't know where I was. Because finding our place is much more difficult then to be in a space --even when we have maps or GPS systems: in certain cases those are not very helpfull. I wanted to put those feelings on the post-cards creating a post-narrative that can be changed, extended or recreated through the writen words that each person can send, creating a multitude of possible meanings.
Dealing with the idea of mobile life in our society, I felt myself without roots. Being floating on the air between a place and another, became a sort of way of life. And I believe this is true for many persons in the world in a era of exodus and migrations where people are strangers everywhere.
A friend of mine who is travelling to Europe every 2 weeks told me the other day that actually she likes to be on the air for 10 hours in a plane because no one can ritch her and she feels a sort of freedom when she's on the clouds. When she saw my post-cards she said laughing
"this is me!"



How to deal with the absence of structural narratives ?
How to live in a post-narrative world ?
How to find our inner place ?