Bologna — In Bologna there is a little square in which, every Friday, a artists’ market take place. Today, someone putting their poems for sale in an old paper box. I picked the one you can see here. In English...
Bologna — Today I had my first Mokuhanga lesson. It’s Mokuhanga that produced the Ukiyo-e masterpieces of Hiroshige. It’s made of wood, ink and hands: my hands drawing and cutting. It wasn’t easy, and I made ma...
Turin — I was very sad this evening, when I entered the metro. I found this. And now I have a smile in my pocket, just for me.
Suddenly.
So this is the Ocean.
The blue hour.
Symmetry.
Walking and drawing.
Green on blue.
Whitman & sweets.
"You'll know when you arrived".
Struggle for life.
Hidden treasure.
Looking up #3
Looking up #2
Looking up #1
Il potere della musica.
Inside/Outside.
Lights.
A little corner.
Near here.
Shining on leaves.
By heart.
Yes, it's a selfie.
Rome wasn't build in a day.
Half work, half pleasure.
Freedom is free.
Reading on seeing.
Street poetry.
"It's not perfect but yet it's still beautiful".
Walking in the city, with cherry blossoms.
Looking to the past.
Take a smile.
Room invaders.
A room and the F
Working.
Leaving from.
From the window of my desk, today.
Forms and colours.
'Round midnight.
This morning, not far from here.
A wild myrtle in the garden, under a laurel oak. Nature and culture.