little boxes on the hill

I always thought that moving is the best way to find old drawing and produce some new.
(but you can do a lot of other things as well: loving the city you lived in for 5 years like never before, watching over the window with a sad face, playing ukulele feeling the small version of Audrey Hepburn with a small version of a guitar, and other shameful thing I'm avoiding to list.)

sun, family, artichockes: I'm coming back home.


(old draw)(new one)

Guess Who's Coming to Dinner

last weekend was all about paint, pencil, strange music and good wine.
the only social activity I can sustain lately.

ferrara

www.internazionale.it/festival
between a conference and an indipendent documentary about financial crisis, I paste some green buddy on the walls of this amazing town.

london memories