Indian Springs

Three two one fire
Indian Springs, shot between 2012 and 2013, por-trays the photographic fiction during a day in the life of a drone pilot.
At night I cut across the sandy terrain. With two hands on the steering wheel, the car shoots towards the inter-state to Indian Springs, where I pilot military drones. Grainy pixels spread all over the screen. Day and dreams get blurred, and I ask myself again, as Ive done for always, whether Im living in a dream or in reality. () Coffee machine, everyday gestures, settling into a leather armchair: vertical joystick, multiple screens console. The game starts, virtual realitythe grid on the screens grows larger and I venture down into the midst of the colored points, headed towards the convulsing horizon in the distance. Soon enough, Im surrounded only by gridlines, Im entirely inside it. I feel good. Every day I experience the same surprise at the first contact with the imperceptible of virtual matter. From my fixed position Im invisible, unassailable, I dominate in close-up a vast territory. ()