Sono cresciuta in una casa fatta di legno e di stoffa. Le cose in legno le ha fatte papà e quelle in stoffa, mamma. L’intera casa è ricoperta dal loro amore, abbracciata dai battiscopa, carezzata dalle tende; morbida come i divani, stabile come gli armadi, colorata come i patchworks ai…

Flash portraits marathon — My friend Moreno called me to ask if I would have been up for a gig with him and another artist: a flash portrait session in the National Museum, during the long nights of museums. I said yes right away, without even trying to picture the situation in my head…

About plants, roots, and moving abroad. — I grew up in a lush green home in the Italian countryside, with a little garden outside of the French windows, and potted plants everywhere indoors. Every corner, every window sill, every shelf, and every room showcased beautiful foliage in all shades of green. …

That’s the moment we start. Now that the weather is quickly turning into autumn, here’s a summertime memory, to remind ourselves that we were, not long ago, wild and free. In the Mediterranean seaside, reunited with my Italian family, we spent our days in a parallel universe, in which time…

That’s who I am… or shall I rather say, who I am not. — As a first piece here on Medium, it felt natural to think about an introductory one, to present myself and my background. I could start as I usually do, defining myself as an artist, a filmmaker, a storyteller, maybe throwing also a “globetrotter” in there; shall I use “Italian”? —…