“…But islands can only exist
If we have loved in them…” Derek Walcott
Island as safe harbour.
Island as freedom, opportunity, possibility.
Island as breath, as dream space.
Island as the territory of emotions.
Island as a place to confine oneself, to find oneself.
Sometimes the surrounding waters disrupt its boundaries, sometimes they cradle them.
The wind shifts the clouds and the horizon opens up to remind us that we are still part of the continent.
Georgia Ciavatta, voice and compositions
Mattia Chiappin, trumpet and keys
Nicola Pastori, guitar
Nicolo’ Magistrali, e-bass
Riccardo Dallagiovanna, drums