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In my early childhood I used to spend hours with my father cutting up pieces of paper and cardboard to create magical places: churces, houses, belltowers, castles, tracks and windmills. This was the basis of my creative self. Fabric has proved to be an important addition, as have improvised discoveries such as old "valtellinesi" doors. An haphazard process, even chaotic, but always entertaining and totally liberating. I wonder sometimes about combining this experience with yoga, a stroll through my daydreams, with the real wold just alongside.
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