"We’re living submerged by an eerie silence broken only by sirens and death bells” said my aunt from the province of Bergamo.

When it all began I was in Berlin to follow an art project, my first instinct was to go immediately back to Bergamo to stay with my family and help my mother, but my sister, a radiology technician at the Giovanni XXIII hospital, clearly explained that it would have been better for my mother if I stayed where I was, because I would just increase her risk of contagion. It was a difficult decision and it still hurts.

The news from Italy and from my hometown feed a ludicrous maelstrom. A health emergency, an economic emergency, a social emergency…

I’m certain that the time has come for all of us to take action, dedicating time and resources both to support those that for professional vocation are in the front line and to start molding the aftermath to make sure that what happened never happens again. We must all return to politics. We have to stop entrusting this or that party yielding to an undoubting faith, we must stop screaming at each other like opposing-fans in a football stadium. This experience teaches us that regardless of how wealthy or needy we may be we are all human with the same desire to live side by side and where the good of others is our own.

To take immediate action I decided to launch a fund raising initiative to support our healthcare facilities crippled by decades of budget cuts. To this end I’ve decided to donate some of my most recent works centered on the fragmentation and intimate solitude forced on man by an increasingly economist and commoditized social structure as well as the need for rebirth.