[...] After finding my old Perseo pajamas at my parents' house, I decided to use it during my short stay in Sicily. As soon as I put it on, I noticed with amazement that those pajamas had awakened unexpected physical-emotional sensations; as if all of a sudden I had reactivated that old part of me that over the years had fallen asleep, to give way to a new me. If it is therefore true that the habit does not make the monk, it is equally true that the habit of the monk, impregnated with incense and slightly ruined by time, can emanate in others an invisible aura of sacredness and mystery. The first room, that of creative self-referentiality and formal speculation, had been an absolute failure; the second, conceptually and ethically valid, was perhaps too "programmed" and aseptic from an emotional point of view. I needed something new, more intimate, that came out of the expressive modalities I had always used, my "safe harbor", to launch into the unknown of an unexplored world. I had to abandon the centrality of the image as a means of expression and socio-political issues, to experiment with a poetics free from any visual constraint and which finally explored my emotional sphere and my affections.