I was born in 1985, in a house full of works of art. My grandfather was a gallery owner and so was my father. The first colors I saw, those of the great painters: Genoese, Italian, international.

I could barely walk and talk but, they say, I knew how to recognize them all. Styles, signatures, techniques: certain things are learned quickly, if you grow up with them. They also say that I didn't need a tape measure to determine the dimensions of a canvas: it was enough for me to measure with my eyes, squeezing them a little. I always knew that art would be my life and that I too would become a gallery owner, but I wanted to do it in my own way. After finishing my studies, I went to work in my father's gallery, founded by his in 1967. It dealt only classical art: masters of the caliber of De Pisis, Michetti, Scanavino, Silvestro Lega, Gamberini and many other great artists. It is from my father that I learned to treat paintings, to clean them, to restore them.

And it was that type of contact, so manual, so physical, so material, that made me love art in a different way. I soon realized that I had to walk alone. Yes, of my own free will I left the family gallery and opened my own. Online. I started studying again, learning more and broadening my horizons. Not only by reading books, but also by surfing the net. I discovered contemporaneity: a world animated by an underground energy that comes from unknown, brilliant artists with enormous potential.