Inexperienced Steps.

I dedicate this first project to me and my childhood.

I find times buried in my memory and follow the footsteps of the inexperienced, back to a small town in Anhui, China.

In that small house, typical of the South, I grew up in a large family - for which I could not write an ode of love or carry out an indictment of sorrow - where we revolved around each other like stars in the universe. In the distance that is sometimes far and sometimes near, I see a balanced connection and an eternity unaffected by time.

In corners where I was not watched all the time, I grew the sharp edge of self-preservation - originally it was a sharp edge in the true sense of the word, but later it became a part of my will, wrapped under a soft carapace, and more than anything material, the sharp, solid will, became the most faithful source of my security.

I will always miss my little room. It was my staunchest ally, it kept the light on for me even in the wee hours of the morning, it was my most silent companion, it wouldn't ask me for an answer, and even if I were to go far away tomorrow and give it a final wave, it wouldn't cry or hold back, giving me the freedom I wanted.