As Tiziano Scarpa sais in Venezia é un pesce: “you are walking over an endless upside down forest, you are strolling on an incredible overturned wood”; in Helena the visual narrative has to be experienced upside down. A dreamlike vision of Venice in the night, a microcosm moved by a continuos rippling. In a few moments the full shapes will be punctured with holes and the empty spaces filled with volumes. The tree’s branches will becomes shores, and the sky, a deep dark sea. The leafs will turn into jagged coasts, memories of an oldtime journey . But then, in the click of an instant, the steep cliffs will go back to be edges of leafy branches moved by the wind, and the sea will be the sky again. Unchanged remain the stars and their sparkles, over the sea or the sky it doesn’t matter, fixed constellation of an unstable geography. As a tribute to the journey that takes the name from that woman that was the reason behind everthing, Helena, ‘the bright’ in greek. Ours is that proverbial curiosity and that extreme need of the hero from Itaca, fascinating and unsettling at the same time. Looking up to the sky, following the shape’s contours and imagining a place far from ‘here’, an elsewhere that cannot be reached, unreal and imperfect, real or invented. Get lost and wander between the sea and the sky sometimes becomes necessary. And so, enjoy the navigation.