I
was looking for a simple place, capable of hosting my work, my tiles, my reflections of light: undressed, resigned, magical, ready to be reborn.
Just like in beautiful fairy tales, in 2006 I found it. It was an old mill waiting for a new life, a new soul. Now I live in it, with my workshop below and my house above.
At dusk, when I switch the lights off, the night comes in through the large windows and this drives me crazy.
Just like in beautiful fairy tales, in 2006 I found it. It was an old mill waiting for a new life, a new soul. Now I live in it, with my workshop below and my house above.
At dusk, when I switch the lights off, the night comes in through the large windows and this drives me crazy.
