Artist statement: I arrived at the 1960s home, built by my 95-year-old Nonno, to catch up over a coffee.
As I knocked on the back door his lonely figure, full of confusion, approached and I grabbed my camera to capture a raw, natural shot, full of emotion.
He had once been a partisan fighting the Nazis in the Italian Alps but was now trapped in a body of dementia, caught in a web of fear.
The flyscreen door is a symbol of entrapment. The door is a portal to a lost world, one that he had retreated from. But it also closets dementia from us, the community.
This was probably the last image I took of him.