In an old italian town we were wandering, and stumbled across this artist in his dreamy studio.
It was full of his art, made over the years - sculptures, paintings and drawings. We got shown around, and it felt like we were being let in on an undiscovered secret. Like somehow we were eavesdropping in on a not yet known Picasso or someone similar at work. I asked him where he had studied. He said he had learnt to sculpt by watching his father. And there he now was, with a small child, his grandson, showing him all that he knows of chiseling stones into new forms. The master and his small apprentice.
Then his studio window caught my eye. The sun and tree shadows so beautiful and inspiring in themselves...
