My Compositions

The constant and incessant flow represents life, with its continuous transformations and evolutions.
Observing a flowing river is an emotional experience that connects with deep roots and makes us reflect on the transience of time and the beauty of impermanence. The sound of flowing water, the light that reflects on its surface and becomes itself a sound experience with mystical facets. Water carries the marks of time,
the scars of history and past people. But it never stops, it keeps flowing, smoothing and crumbling.

Three consonants panic rooms, works on the timbre aspect that is created through the singing of three consonants such as R, S and T.
Every single gesture of the instruments tries to reproduce timbres that mix and interact with the sound produced by the singing, as if to blend together and create a single timbre, even if the gestures really remain distinct from

each other, and well recognizable, both for the peculiarity of each single gesture, and for the timbre peculiarity of each instrument making up the trio.

From a formal point of view, the piece is divided into three movements (three rooms) each characterized by the work on a different consonant, which is represented through gestures that try to highlight its main sound characteristics.

The dust dances in the air, suspended like an ephemeral dream, a light ballet under the golden rays of the sun. Each grain tells a story, a fragment of past life, a breath
of time that dissolves into eternity. The dust, fragile and delicate, settles on
forgotten surfaces, giving them a veil of mystery.

Rust, on the other hand, tells of more tangible passages of time, marking the once strong
and resistant metal with its red and orange touch. It is the sign of the passing of time,
a decadent beauty that transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary. Rust has its own poetry,
a song of change and surrender, a silent memory of nature in constant transformation.
Together, the dust and the rust create a mosaic of hidden beauty, a picture of life and death,
of fragility and resistance.
They are silent witnesses of time, in a perpetual embrace between the ethereal and the tangible.