I became an architect about twenty years after my kindergarten teacher told my mother that I was incapable of drawing. Thinking about it today, I think I was actually unable to stick to the rules: for me, colours, pencils, gauche and markers were tools at the service of my imagination, magical tools that could take me to totally unexpected places.

I did not like to write, but to draw. I did not like to read words, but to read figures. So after art school in Florence, I moved to Mendrisio to attend the Academy of Architecture, graduating with Professor Mario Botta.

Today I am a happy father and husband, never without a paintbrush in my hand and a sheet of paper to fill. I like to draw characters on the borderline between reality and fantasy, macabre subjects that meet colour and give my own vision of what art is: nothing that resembles what you already expect.

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