In this game naivety was mixing itself more and more with experience, freshness with maturity and candor with the stupidity and cruelty of adults in an atrocious hellish spiral inexorably ending into a memento mori that made me and still makes me laugh out loud during my usual sleepless nights.
I always kept in mind Anna Magnani in “Bellissima” and also when, every day, my mother used to take me around in my stroller as a little child. Her friends and acquaintances from our neighborhood would look at me and scream -” What a beautiful little girl!” and every time my mother, instead of contradicting them would serve them a very satisfied smile while gently fixing my hair with a caress. In the meantime, my cousin was also amusing herself playing with me as if I was a doll. She enjoyed putting floral dresses on me, hairpins and bows in my hair, necklaces, earrings, bracelets and 70’s sunglasses and she loved taking pictures of me all dolled up on the balcony. It is maybe for all these reasons that I immediately found the pictures I was creating very close to my inner self and almost real. I could have easily been all those little girls! And it was not too late to be them now!