I was born in Brescia in 1964. I was about six years old when I found myself standing in front of a fountain. I touched a goldfish.... almost on impulse I pulled it out of the water.... by putting it down on the ground... it’s fate, unknown to me...was already written in the stars..... after a while.... it gave no sign of life...so I hurried towards my home. Only, reckoning with my conscience , shaken by what had happened, my eyes met those criss-crossed gazes of the passers- by.....incredible, as if they were full of reproach towards me, I thought.......but how can they possibly know that I have just killed a little fish!!?? At last, once at home, in my bedroom, without even realising it, I felt a kind of indignation for what I had done, I realised on my own skin that I had reckoned with “sin”..

And in a childlike way , i thought.... from now on I will try to do only good, and I will seek out only beauty. So, I began to paint, and paint even more, and in my free time, I thought, ...I will paint.And only when I felt ready for it, having copied many things, did I take flight.... leaving the nest with all my experience behind me, but ahead of me despite the exhilaration of the free flight, I already knew what I could have unconditionally asked of my limitless skills..... the moment to paint had arrived... I simply had to express myself..... get to the Heart of the observer...as it was getting straight to me . I’m still flying and apart from the occasional landing, my artistic spirit remains up there.