I started taking photographs a long time ago now, with no specific purpose other than to stick my eye to a viewfinder and thus put boundaries to the world that I observe. Then I met my partner, still the same today, and became a father, continuing to take photographs had a meaning that I didn’t know then.

Becoming a father has always seemed to me to be self-evident (as far as I can remember, from the first months of our relationship, there were talks of having children) but in fact, it was not. Our children will be born ten years later. And the apparent calm I was showing was nothing of the sort. I was restless inside me; what to do, how to do, will I know how to love them, to raise them?

I am a man with a lot of questions inside me, most of the time I am self-talking. Sharing my questions, my doubt with my family is still insurmountable. I see my family as an archipelago of five Islands connected with underwater foundations.

I feel I am at the same time with and beside my family, watching it, keeping the right distance allowing me to take pictures and also wishing to break that distance.

I have a very accurate memory of Travis walking along the railway tracks in the opening of Wim Wenders’ film Paris-Texas. I fell the same, getting lost in my thoughts, looking for a way to face my inner emotions.

Almost thirty years have passed and I decided to make a dummy photobook gathering these family images.