Are you asleep or dead?
My Mother the shell, I the daughter but mud.
I’m alove, can’t you hear me breathing?
I thought it was the wind.
Through this performance I attempt to rediscover the con...Read all
"'The eleventh art on the cutting sarcasm of a thin, open a bitter debate over the relationship between Italy and
War, portraying with benevolent old lady, but acute irony of one hundred and fifty
who,...Read all
In “Tactile Memorandum” cycle it is possible to read the tail of Nature on fine ceramic little boards –having the same dimension of post-it small sheets- drawn close one to each other as puzzle pieces. The u...Read all
