In the summer of 2003 I made my first trip to Tbilisi with my friend, the writer Rocco Carbone. Later, in the winter of 2004/2005, I began a series of trips to the Caucasus. It was here I found the furthest frontier of the continent, where the ideals, traditions and aesthetics of Europe merged with those of Asia.
I travelled through places that were sparsely populated, and explored the daily lives of people who were managing to survive with the little they had. I was welcomed into their homes; I photographed their baptisms, weddings and funerals.
Here, where Europe seems to vanish away, I criss-crossed the land on foot and by car, travelling through infinite spaces and small silent worlds where human life is characterised by force and fragility.