When writing, the poet is the hunter and the prey, while poetry is that beautiful distance of freedom. I come from Balkans where people leave their homes and personal times, dressed in a shadow of the great historical narratives. The walls of the Civitella were my...
As I sat for the first time in Castrabecco at my desk, and looked through the window the peacefull and timeless landscape, I felt that this was MY place. My trees, my grasses, my hills. Their undisputed beauty was enhanced above all, by the knowledge that so many...
The time and space to focus on work, the specificity of the Umbrian landscape and the works we got to see on field trips all combined together in my drawings and paintings on paper. By the fourth week of the residency, I felt I knew what I had come there to make. As I...
I had the incredible fortune of creating and envisioning in the Pizza studio, complete with a Steinway grand and large room to move and dance and lay out my instruments and dive into my process surrounded by the most intoxicating landscape into which I ran, biked, and...
