My grandmother double check every single rise grain before making a risotto, producing an unintentional meditative action before dinner. Alongside an interview where she recount when she was a ‘mondina’ (a rice weeder).
I was always struck by the familiarity my grandmother used to handle rice, checking it grain by grain before cooking. It is only later that I discovered that those same hands had planted fields of rice sprouts.
This video is the first stage of a family ethnography that I'm carrying out through the awareness and documentation of gestures and stories that have always populated my domestic space. In this specific case the fragments of this unintentional archive - but intentionally recovered - have reopened a window towards the world submerged by the time of the laborers in northern Italy, of which my grandmother is one of the last direct witnesses.