old sketches

1984

first trip to China

memory of my Guilin mountains

It was cold, that boat ride upon river Li. I was sketching, and sketching... as if there was endless joy and endless hope to sketch all those endless mountains.
Many years passed by, I lost all those sketches. These ones I managed to save. They were done after the trip, in Florence, with love and vivid memories.

dreamy landscape of Guilin

You paint what you dream about, at heart.
You paint what you really love, at heart.
You paint what you think you really are in love with, at heart.
My heart was filled with love, with hope, with joy.
In front of me was the Guilin that I had never thought I could see, close up like that.
I mean, if God were to recreate the Universe, He would certainly start with this kind of landscape: so dreamy, so untangible, so incredibly naive...
I mean, they were pure, so pure that your heart had to relearn how to breathe that pure breath.

first images

the first images of an impression always stay with you, even after years. I have been painting Guilin for so many years after these first images.
But it was that first solitary trip which I recorded my first images of Guilin that stays in my heart.
Treasure it, and you will never lose its richness.
Because it was pure, innocent.
It has been keeping me pure and innocent, for so many years...
Always treasure your first images.

will we dream what we really desire

Paolo the cat

colorful thread that weaves Guilin

colorful thread weaves your dreams.
One, two and many weave our dreams.
Give me your thread, I give thee mine,
There, we weave our dreams.
Have a dream, our dreams tonight.