I met him by chance when he occasionally came to town. It was like an apparition of an existing but at the same time impenetrable man, wrapped in an aura of mystery that fascinated me. A few jokes, often the same, when he came to see me in the studio to have a chat in a short and suspended time before disappearing as he appeared to return to his world, in a small village at the foot of the Gran Sasso massif.
Giancarlo, a big man of at least one meter and eighty, white beard and hair, a childish but at the same time wise look that, painlessly, seems to perceive and lift the most sinister folds of your being an ordinary man.
And so one day I found myself ringing the doorbell of his house. He looked out and without asking anything, pleasantly surprised by my visit, he opened the door with a warm smile, making me enter his world.
Giancarlo does not speak phrases of circumstance, he goes straight to the heart, he does not like pleasantries or clichés that enclose so many relationships that we dene as normal, even if he prepares coffee for you and is also good. With him you are free to be, because he is simply a free man, even if this freedom must necessarily cost him a continuous internal swing that is dicult to identify initially, to try to adapt to a world that perhaps goes fast, asks too much, is often blind to the beauty of little things: tired.
And so I realize that it is evening but after a few days I come back again and he welcomes me again with his smile, as if waiting for this visit. Day after day, hour after hour, minute after minute even that time it is evening.
Something magical was born that we call friendship and at that point photographing it has become our new language, it marks the steps of our closeness, marks the words we say to each other and those silenced but captured by my lens.
Thus inner places of Giancarlo were revealed; then I discovered a sensitive man, with his simple life, marked by inner rhythms and free from the conventions of modernity. Giancarlo an artist who uses his creations to express fears, critical issues but also to arm his points of view.
Giancarlo is suffering from a disabling psychiatric pathology and in his case now chronic, which makes relationships with others, contact with himself and with the world around him dicult.
Coming to terms with his loneliness, I wanted to tell it and highlight how often invisible and silent suffering is hidden in discomfort.
This is a story that highlights and values the world of people susuffering from mental disabilities.