Madre di vento

This artwork, jagged, with vines, some my poetic verse on some filament of X-ray films and some oval mammograms, wants to be a complex "mother" - made up artifice, some inevitable verb and wood's branches - that assembles the different souls of her children. Mother of wind, old as the universe's history and modern, with digital films and virtually animated from a video; she is also stepmother in his heavenly lightness