Twentysix Udine Signs

The hottest days of the year. No one on the streets, for real. Midday hours, with no wind and no refreshment from the fierce heat. Hot asphalt that smells like when it's new. A journey through a well-known topography, recording even more well-known objects, universal and approved par excellence. Constantly entering and exiting municipal boundaries that result on maps and roads, looking for the small variations of what in reality is - must be - always the same. 

Choosing the number of variations, I pay homage to the most famous of those who have shown these repetitions, as if they were station stops, frames of a film, constantly moving on the road.