We are animals in captivity, but our zoo is so big that we fail to recognise its bars.
As the animals in cages unsuccessfully seek an intimate space where to recover their identity, in the same way in parks, gardens and artificial islands we want to find some oasis where we can feel at ease.
They are glimpses and perspectives where greenery and debris, water and concrete become the ideal environment for new civilised and apathetic animal species.
But if we are born and grow up surrounded by concrete, this becomes actually our natural habitat. The greenery and the nature become abstract concepts, memories of a life we never had, which we expect we can go back to at any time, naturally, since it’s us who decide on our lives…