Art is resuscitating a dying beauty

I come from a really small region in the south of Italy. It is wild, authentic, slow. It is high and low, sunny and cold, colourful and dark. It is also poor, lost in its own life inertia, reluctant to changes and too often ignored by the outside world. I love my region, I love … Continue reading Art is resuscitating a dying beauty

“I feel there is something fundamentally pure and child-like about creative work”

Often we encounter strange people during our lives. People we do not understand, people we admire, people we are afraid of, people we are intrigued of. Jesse belongs to the last category. I met him one year ago when working at the same university. He is a quiet guy, but easy going and funny. He … Continue reading “I feel there is something fundamentally pure and child-like about creative work”