Architecture could not stay out of my thoughts, it took shape in my mind during a walk in the surroundings... Read More
Architecture could not stay out of my thoughts, it took shape in my mind during a walk in the surroundings of Trevi, in Umbria, my mother Diana’s village, and partly also of my silent father Mario. In the countryside farmhouses here are quiet carved stone blocks among olive trees. May be there is in my DNA something of a remote amanuensis monk, not only for the handwriting, but for the vision of the world that I represent, made up of silence, closed spaces,
hermitages, guardians.
