(1925-2020) The other day coming back from Assisi to Civitella, I started thinking how St. Francis filled these hills and these valleys with love. Then I thought that the photographer that works with his camera does it for love too, and the same is for the artist...
From this window comes a sound that amplifies the dimensions of my studio and questions the truthfulness of my watch. Fruit, supposedly in a casual rhythm, detaches from branches and falls on dry earth with hollow thuds that perfectly replace the tick-tock on my...
For me – it is less important, how many paintings I made, but the change that it has brought within me –this is my major gain. Lila, 2003, Gouache on...
