Cina
“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man”. (Chuang-tzu, IV sec. a.C) A passion for the Far East that becomes almost as an obsession leads me to explore this small world that cohabit inside of my city, Prato. Here I can escape from the monotony, capturing visionary moments seeking for a personal contact. Reality no-reality where the unconscious melts with images of soul and beauty.
Cina
“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man”. (Chuang-tzu, IV sec. a.C) A passion for the Far East that becomes almost as an obsession leads me to explore this small world that cohabit inside of my city, Prato. Here I can escape from the monotony, capturing visionary moments seeking for a personal contact. Reality no-reality where the unconscious melts with images of soul and beauty.
Cina
(Chuang-tzu, IV sec. a.C)
A passion for the Far East that becomes almost as an obsession leads me to explore this small world that cohabit inside of my city, Prato.
Here I can escape from the monotony, capturing visionary moments seeking for a personal contact.
Reality no-reality where the unconscious melts with images of soul and beauty.
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