Vittorio’s new clothes

I liked the framing, the arrangement of the shapes, the colours. I could never have suspected an action on the part of the oak. Later I saw the shot on the monitor, and something attracted me, something very vague. I the picture, again and again. Until I saw myself dressed by shadow: the oak had dressed me in its refreshing shadow: nothing intrusive, I felt inclusive in another type of life. I love this new un-dress. I let myself be drawn to look until this thought was born to me. The oak did nothing, nor did I put myself there on purpose. The result is there to see. I am naked, and not; I’m dressed only by accidentally shadow: it seems to me that it “hangs well”.