To tell the truth I do not create anything — I clean up a sort of hidden medal, a statue buried in loam… Everything is already written outside of man in the sky.
“Life is a very sad piece of buffoonery, because we have the need to fool ourselves continuously by the spontaneous creation of a reality (one for each and never the same for everyone) which, from time to time, reveals itself to be vain and illusory.“
Luigi Pirandello