If I look out of my window, I see trees, green fields and hills. Sometimes even some deer eating their breakfast and then toddling away fast. Everyday. I turn on my coffee machine and I enjoy the show. A bored you may say. Sometimes it may be. Time seems to stand still. The view of those of you who live in these…
As a child, I lived in the countryside. My neighbor was a petite lady, one that came from the mountain, from a small village in the Montone river valley, called Gualdo. Now it’s a road sign on the road to the Park of Casentino Forests. Caterina, that’s her name, has lived a hard life. In the 50’s her…
Yesterday I was watching a video I had made to a craftswoman at a local festival. She was there, in his little booth, with her works of art in plain sight. Linen. Old and new. Pieces of cloth on which the hand passes over and listen to the sound, before choosing which one to put your wooden mold on. I do not the name…