WELCOME !   

 barricade in my ark I now dialogue almost just with MotherGod and prosaic rituals learned in my familiar training, as apparently I have the gift to descend from Pietro Rotari. 

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Impatience rules my interactions in a decaying and crumbling empire, very little of what's society and its farces make sense to me.

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I spent the first decade of my life, as everybody, learning how to live amongst people: rules, obligations, everything "comme il faut", despite the fact that my family was definitely and secretly unconventional, they educated us as very good, catholic girls.

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Then  somebody told me that good girls go to heaven whilst bad girls go everywhere, and since at eleven I had already visited half world, but was actually marginalized, I got which side I was and spent the following ten years being a very bad girl, with the wild passion MotherGod gave me.

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At twenty, past the Jamaican epiphany, my terrified parents managed to put me into ranks and I worked strenuously with my master and father, mostly at sacred art.

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Trade is not my best though, as family dictat goes "money is the shit of the devil", and I do like temptations but not at all shit, namely while producing masterpieces for churches and temples, which was really heart-filling and gratifying, I was badly exploited by a merchant.

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So around my thirties I retired in poverty at the mountain house that my grandparents had left for me, consolidating my confidence in my talent and quest, going back to philosophy and culture, that I had eschewed before.

Also I had to pass down such great genes and I found a man who seemed worthy as he had a house and a job, and I gave birth and build a family.

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Cancer was a 40 year's birthday present, it freed me from the delusive fairytale I was into.  I took refuge at my mother's place, where I fought to restore father's atelier. 

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 I'm here by now experiencing continuous realizations, finding amazing evidence that I can do anything but follow my inner and deepest desires. I fight here every day to be a better human, a contemporary woman, a full relief artist.

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After all I'm the very good child, and my catechist, grandmother Toni, illustrated to that child that, despite the Bible puzzles, each and every human being has only to ask and all answers are available inside them to please the good God. 

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Jokes aside, To please the good people not acquainted with Italian that may occur, I promise I am translating every text in English, available next or previous the Italian version (depending on the aesthetics of the pages as far as I'm concerned), so trust it to be there, you'll find it.