Curiosity & Courtesy

...I cannot forget, when I was very young, in the 70th/80th and my father told me: ”but who do you think you are? an artist?“!! Well, I was a bit extravagant (for that period) to interpret life, with a quite different view from the sober and bourgeois habitsof the still unknown "Salento". I knew that I would leave, I would have moved away from my land, I had an uncontrollable desire to see, know, learn and especially to talk about something else that was not "the football team & c."!!!! And so I did, I was 26 years old and, after an attempt college I followed that instinct, thus began my real journey, which lasted about 25 years, a journey between people, between emotions, experiences. No matter where it was, but it is true, I was there with all myself. An artist? I? I do not know, I really do not know, probably a creative, I try to talk and express the things that I met, simple things, retrieve, neglected, thrown, a color, a piece of wood, a stone, but especially "paper": lightness, suspension, nor in heaven, nor in earth...