It is not the rashness, but the absolute lively indifference to lead the asphodel to grow in the middle of the road.
I feel uneasy, the asphodel doesn’t.
Walking on the hills in front of Cagliari I suddenly noticed this asphodel flower growing in the middle of a road traveled by sporadic cars.
I immediately hit the precariousness of its position. Inside my heart admiration melted with anxiety for that beautiful flower that could have been destroyed in any moment by a passing car.
I remember perfectly my reasoning, the attention I paid in framing and exposing this picture in order to fix my disquietude. Something was missing, anyway, something that lead this picture to lie long.
I’ve retrieved this picture after more than three years.