The winter light strikes Viale Milton, the buildings, the bare trees, the urban space. The viewer does not want to be a mere observer, but a character in the scene, part of the context. A hand stretched outward enters the field of vision, seeking its own measure in the landscape.
It is not a symbolic gesture but a direct investigation: the same gaze that man turns toward the city, the city returns to the body. The hand is here, now, in this precise corner of urban space, and the question it carries is the same as always: who am I, where am I, what am I in relation to what surrounds me.