Saturday 6 January 1968, the last day of the Christmas holidays. Also that year I celebrated the Holy Epiphany in Montevago with my family. Mass at the Sanctuary of the Madonna delle Grazie, a visit to the friars, a stop to admire the magnificent nativity scene and, finally, a hot Read more…
If I had to let someone know the path of my artistic expressiveness I would say that it started actively with research on the origins of Italian theatre. It was 1980 when, looking for the traces left in the books, I came across the Renaissance, precisely in the early decades Read more…
What comes to mind when I say Songzhuang? And if I say Greenwich Village, Soho, Montmartre, Via Margutta? In the latter cases the mind is filled with pictures of artists, colour palettes, images, sounds and poetry. Now try to imagine multipying by 10 all that you have seen in New Read more…
