Occupations
![THE MUSICIAN’S DESK](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/de09cd_8f3214f12d6f4e4288ca270a46f3cf6a~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_138,h_96,al_c,q_80,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,blur_2,enc_auto/de09cd_8f3214f12d6f4e4288ca270a46f3cf6a~mv2.jpg)
Once I saw by chance the desk of Dannunzio, just as it was with all of his everyday things and simple objects….so I asked myself, “ what would the desk of a famous musician such as Verdi look like?” Dedicated to Verdi.
![THE CLOCK MAKER](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/de09cd_f4966974276d4599b585951acf7e3499~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_138,h_96,al_c,q_80,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,blur_2,enc_auto/de09cd_f4966974276d4599b585951acf7e3499~mv2.jpg)
![THE PIANIST](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/de09cd_a0314f310af84c19a0152c779653607c~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_138,h_96,al_c,q_80,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,blur_2,enc_auto/de09cd_a0314f310af84c19a0152c779653607c~mv2.jpg)
![THE FILM PHOTOGRAPHER](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/de09cd_6fc80871486e4bc9a283a21807f25609~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_138,h_96,al_c,q_80,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,blur_2,enc_auto/de09cd_6fc80871486e4bc9a283a21807f25609~mv2.jpg)
Memories, dreams and all of our fantasy are like the photographs that remain impressed on slightly yellowing paper. It doesn’t matter if the camera that took them was perfect or modern … what matters is that these dreams and memories are fixed in our minds as well as on the paper. These are the cameras of my fantasy…
![THE JOURNALIST’S DESK](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/de09cd_95a688fc36334e229e7f4277385e7059~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_138,h_96,al_c,q_80,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,blur_2,enc_auto/de09cd_95a688fc36334e229e7f4277385e7059~mv2.jpg)
Often the most beautiful stories of our life cannot be told and the page on which we write remains forever blank!
![THE EMBROIDERERS](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/de09cd_06b8ae8e978b4f21a75cff688581d9c2~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_138,h_96,al_c,q_80,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,blur_2,enc_auto/de09cd_06b8ae8e978b4f21a75cff688581d9c2~mv2.jpg)
Dedicated to all who have art and fantasy in their hands ….dedicated to all of those who with a string of cotton and lots of patience, make works of art.
![THE TREASURE MARKET](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/de09cd_08ff87357ddc45ed82ad34d507485797~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_138,h_96,al_c,q_80,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,blur_2,enc_auto/de09cd_08ff87357ddc45ed82ad34d507485797~mv2.jpg)
![THE STUDENT’S DESK](https://static.wixstatic.com/media/de09cd_89b098c07ac34421a66784dbf48a4e55~mv2.jpg/v1/fill/w_138,h_96,al_c,q_80,usm_0.66_1.00_0.01,blur_2,enc_auto/de09cd_89b098c07ac34421a66784dbf48a4e55~mv2.jpg)
Who in their life has not been a student for a while?! … a memory of time that never seemed to pass, even though often it felt like there was never enough time! I remember that long corridor that never seemed to end…and that mountain of books, so many, so heavy and so high to climb…the sacrifices and the occasions lost like a broken vase…the dice thrown hoping for good luck, the hour-glass to measure time…a time reflected in my imagination, in the image I have of a student, intense in thought…of a time which only remains with me now as a magnificent memory.