Nothing could be further from my work than attempting to provide a description. This collection dips into an almost dreamlike ideology, touching on the impalpable. I aimed, through my photographs in the LINES series, to expose the attributes of the conceptual content in this work, so that it would ultimately be the observer who would fill in the missing elements of the photographic story. I asked myself whether it would be possible to shoot one or more portraits in which no specific face would exist, without even revealing an idea of a face. I asked myself where an anonymous man’s identity lies, a man who could simply be classified into a certain group of individuals without substance. The answer to these questions arose from the street itself, the very scene chosen with meticulous intention, a place through which beings pass, leaving only their essence, their aroma almost, in the suggestive delicacy of a line traced by the light. I’ll go back to the start again: nothing could be further than providing a description. I did not consider it necessary to put a face to the shadow because it was enough knowing that somebody was, or had been, there. A man without identity. Almost like a Borgian game in which the universal becomes an essential element in ensuring all the models in a sequence merge together in what could be called “the succession to the brief” A sole being who leaves revealing his persona for later, like a mere promise. Just as fire, with its ever-changing shapes, is still the same element, we all become creatures who are capable of retaining an air of “unknown”, not so close to the photography itself, but perhaps closer to its concept, in a fleeting instant converted to the value of silence.