Memory and identity, imagination and curiosity, the act of looking and freedom. Also my hideouts and escapes, family stories and fairy tales, books and travels, roots and dreams. My whole life, my whole soul break into my work with no filters. And I welcome open-heartedly the endless possibilities of growth and evolution that each project might bring.
Being Sicilian means being contaminated after all. That’s why my work holds millennia of cultural intersections which compose the identity of my land. Along with the instinct, love and passion that I have poured for the last 30 years into the profession of furniture designer.
A profession that chose me, way before I chose it: if that wasn’t the case, I might have ended up being a singer or lawyer. But I fell in love with it in the blink of an eye: the same feeling, I believe, that we need in order to be in harmony with the space surrounding and welcoming us.
So for example, from the treasure chest of my childhood, which holds the universe of symbols that my imagination still turns into prophecies, the cards become the face of my most representative line, My Homeland.
An explosion of Sicily spontaneously looking towards the East, my natural inclination, my sweetest and strongest cultural infatuation, that each creative act of mine is somehow related to.
What I like the most about each day of my life, is the chance offered by every encounter to open up to new ideas and new worlds; the fascination to see how reality conquers imagination and guides it towards ideal and not random associations, that are going to be caught only by those who look at the world with wonder.