There are lives that unfold under the sign of a promise, not because it is ever fully realized, but because it compels us to keep moving forward. El Dorado belongs to that constellation of images and longings that, rather than pointing to a precise place, evokes the force of a promise: the necessary fiction that, somewhere, a less fragile life awaits us. It is this distance between the horizon and lived experience that Giorgio Celin portrays in his works: that interval in which, as Homi K. Bhabha wrote, home ceases to be a stable place and becomes something provisionally constructed through movement. From this standpoint, his body of work considers migration as a condition that reorganizes intimacy, affection, and the way bodies learn to live with loss, adaptation, and the desire to belong. […]<\/p>\n