The aim of this series is not that of describing amateur filming styles but of imagining them through the process of creative writing. What we see in these home movies is being re-written through a sensitive (and sensible) lens, where subjectivity and imagination pierce into the realistic skin of the film.
The landscape smells of orange blossom, of the sea, of fennel fields. On the way back from the journey everything seems to have a much more intense smell, as it had accumulated all the energy of a lost time. During the journey back home all becomes recordable landscape: the festivities, the walks, the picnics, the time spent together. Faces too, they become under the gaze of the cinematic eye a sort of landscapes; their physiognomy conceals a forgotten familiarity, a past time that is nevertheless always present in the hearts. Just as trees, flowers and grass shape the landscape; the faces impressed on film trace the profile of a distant space-time universe. Faces are the virtual archetypes of an universe suspended between past and future.