About the love for sculptures

It was in Rome, I think, when I discovered my love for sculptures.

[3] The Rape of Proserpina, Bernini, marble, Rome
In Rome during a study trip in my school days.
Before that trip, I was opposed to three-dimensional art.
All my attempts to create a handsome sculpture during art lessons failed miserably and ended in bad-looking clay sausages.
I realized that I would not have become a sculptor.
But in return, it is beautiful to enjoy the work of the big artists.

I saw stunning sculptures in the Villa Borghese.
They are very detailed and sculptured with abandon. You could almost say they are alive. Bernini managed to create tension in his work.
The story plays in the spectator’s mind and comes together with the climax, which is represented by the statue. When you look at “The Rape of Proserpina” you can nearly hear Proserpina screaming.
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All roads lead to Rome

A travel to Europe from 1957 to 2017: 60th anniversary bring back us to Rome again…

“All roads lead to Rome”

Since the monarchic period until the Imperial age, the Roman Forum has been the hearth of the city. The whole Europe looked at it as a reference point.

Magnificent temples, basilicas, Roman Senate, Emperors’ palaces were gathered in few meters.

A lot people used to come to Rome, many roads were spreading to all quarters, they arrived from the green lands of Sannio to Constantine’s Arch, from Spain to Jupiter’s temple, from Palestine to Massenzio’s basilica.

The sun rose behind the hills of Palatino lighting up the “Urbe”, in the landscape the Coliseum appeared. Continue reading “All roads lead to Rome”


A friend is a treasure. It is a saying, maybe banal, but it is surely true. Beyond every possible consideration about this (it would be in any case evanescent and unworthy) and beyond the truth of the saying in the case of the friend I refer to (who is a real treasure chest), what I have found in the end of these days in which I have been hosted by him is a key. Keys: keys are the tool for going in and see over and more, to get over that armour door that is so often closed, inscrutable at first sight, and only known that way by those who pass through in front of it without entering.

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