On living in Siquijor
I arrived in Siquijor after a very long time, after an attentive search, after many years of travelling and after asking myself where is the place I would like to spend the rest of my life.
All the world was open to me, and I was thinking about directions… West, South, North, but then came to my mind the kindness and the generosity of the Filipinos, which I know in Italy and whom I met around the world in my lifetime journey.
The people of the Philippines, the wilderness of its forest, the beauty of its nature, the mystery of its sea, the curiosity about its culture and traditions piqued my interest!
Eventually, the Philippines became the choice! I knew then that the Philippines would become a place of inspiration to my art and has become my much beloved home.
The following step was to understand where in the Philippines. More then 7,000 islands, very different people, and rich cultures, Manila in the Philippines is so similar to Rome for the ferment of humanity living there, for the cultural dynamism and attention for cultural heritage. But, at that point, a sort of blind instinct drove me to the Visayas and then straight to Siquijor.
When I first arrived in Siquijor and I was approaching its coast, its colors touched my heart: green, blue, turquoise, red and yellow like the hot sun. I felt immediately that this was my place.
In Siquijor, as in Dumaguete, in Manila, in Iloilo, in Bacolod, and all the other places I have been, I have developed very strong and valuable friendships.
The deep fascination with the places I discover, visit and live in, never stops.
If I am sad or worrying about something, I just go out in the streets to have a walk and see how welcoming is the people I meet, how positive they always are, no matter how difficult their lives.
I have learned the wisdom of the sea from the fishermen and from the healers of the mountains.
The visions and diary of this journey treads troughs into my art work.