Where an artist is never merely an artist…
I love this kind of things, these chance encounters that are more intense of a planned “coffee”
Drawing at candlelight
Where strangers and museums go hand in hand
Where I (almost) change my mind about ceramics
Monday, the day of good intentions and resolutions
That’s me! Today I turn 38 and I gave myself a bunch of “first times” as a gift
Where I find my first London sketchbook
The waitress took our order and then to my “Where’s the bathroom?” she responded: “In fondo a destra”
You can’t help, there are parents who worry about if you’ve eaten, those who fear that you don’t dress properly and those fixed with weather.