As many of you have heard, I have left the beloved mountain place in Trincheri: 25 years of my life, 13 years of developing my painted handmade sculptures in the antique atelier.

The locals became my family, understanding without words how much silence my sensitive objects take. Checking if I was well, eating, handling tough weather, having a warm house.

Then came the day where Filippo and have been the last ones living here with all the memories.

In the photo with the golden-framed paintings you barely see my head full of thoughts, concentration, memories, exhaustion in the notary office. Feeling clearly, it's the right time to go on.