简介 The window of my house frames the façade of a nineteenth century building with a date in large numbers: “1900”. Since I moved to my place 10 years ago, I started to record images of the changing seasons over the tree that interferes between the two buildings. Sometimes, through the autumn leaves or the bare branches, I discover some movement in the windows. These observations of the neighborhood through the tree had the accompaniment of a dissonant violin notes. The violinist neighbor, who doggedly rehearsing in the front window, it was becoming an everyday presence. On the morning of January ...