A LONG TIME TRIP.

One day i painted a priest: he had an franciscan habit, quick foot and a saddlebag, it looked like for those strange cases of life, Roberto a journalist that i know, who loves to “travel by foot” like he used to say. Roberto bought my painting, but the most beautiful thing was the gift he gave to his mother. He told me that the mother was so beautiful, she arrived at Milan in the ‘30s with a big luggage, a screwed coat and a hat with a feather to the side. This is how my first traveller began, Maria.