As far back as I can remember, I have always been drawn to being in touch with nature and all the sculptures it has created...

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I thank my parents and my older brother because they gave me full freedom to choose my dreams, right or wrong...

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I still remember my first day at work I was about 14 years old, I was on the street in the early afternoon playing Zic a game made with small colored glass spheres, while my father was cleaning the garage when a large elegant car with alcantara interiors passes in front of me and stops in front of my father's garage, he was a friend of my father Vittorio, I can overhear the sentence (Vu fe vn feght a fadghe' all'officin accsse s mber u mstir du frrer)! which would be translated from the dialect "you would like your son to come work in the workshop, so you can learn a blacksmith trade. My father looks at me and says (vu sch) do you want to go? I replied, ok, I hear from the car, ok let's go! I get in the car and my adventure as a blacksmith begins.

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I do not hide that I have always enjoyed dismantling and reassembling, breaking any object that passed through my hands, even long before I was 14 years old, so much so that I continued my studies as a Mechatronics Expert at the "Leonardo Da Vinci" Industrial Technical Institute.

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Ups and downs, downs, the youthful period is full of pitfalls and beauties.

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I decide to change jobs, I become part of the world of curiosity. Agriculture, building sculpture, scenography, catering, metalworking, follow one another endlessly, sometimes meeting, until I get close to working in an industry.

About 10 years in an industry that produces mechatronic anti-theft devices, climbing the ranks of industrial life to improve personal well-being but certainly not physical well-being.

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Part of my personal well-being was the creation of an art laboratory where all my friends and non-friends could repair or build something in company and harmony.

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In conjunction with the economic crisis of years ago, I abandoned the industry and my land to try to start over in a new land, with a different climate and above all a different language.

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I felt like a Google Maps man when I arrived in London, knowing that a distant relative of mine who was supposed to welcome me and invited to come to London became unreachable.

Around 03 at night walking alone on Queens road Pecham towards the house of an acquaintance from my town who heard about the inconvenience and decided to help me.

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The first approach with a Londoner happened at 3am to ask for directions and it was exceptional, he explained to me where I was and where to go by writing on a sheet of paper the road I had to take to get closer to the house of Francesco my fellow countryman.

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Like the ladder of life, I had seen in that moment the possibility that I had not mistaken the place where I was, I just had to start from scratch, and so I did,

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Good morning London.