What connects a human being to a place? How much can a place influence who I am? Is it possible to bring to life an ended time? I’m looking today for what remains. I collect metonymies of an unrepeatable past. I’m trying to pin down the people who make this time and place perfect, wild strawberries growing in a terrible and beautiful land. When I think of this personal and long-term project, I am reminded of a Wordsworth’s sonnet:
“…Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind…”
Federica Cocciro was born and raised in Milan. She has degrees in Italian literature and publishing. As a freelance photographer, she creates personal projects and authorial reports about social issues in collaboration with journalists.