I was born in a hot July, some times ago, in Palosco. I passed from the sewing machine of my mother to the Marangoni Institute in Milan and then in the La Scala Laboratory, and then again teaching for some years. All the rest happened, almost by chance, after sending a picture to an art gallery in Paris, which found my first woman piece “ètonant”. One thing led to another and so I never stopped.

While making I discovered the wonder of what I just realized to be able to make. Since then I tell my tales, the ones I know best, the ones my grandmother told me, the ones of my mother, the ones I told my children and the tales that humanity tell since the begging of the times to teach, to learn, to remember.

As creative mud I utilize the paper, the fabrics. … Read More