A carefree childhood in the Piedmont countryside among the many cousins and friends, the mountains, skiing and the love for culture and art that I breathed at home and among family friends, my Venetian grandmother, were my training. Artists, university professors, friends of father and mother who walked around the house. Living in the United States, Ancona, England, my classmates, only public schools, believed I was a foreigner. This habitat has brought me here, in the depths of my soul, an undisputed love for beauty and architecture as an art of immediate communication. Thanks to a move that took me to the most remote Italy, I met the first true artisans in 1987. Since then, the many experiences with them, the renovations, the lime and here I am, at ArtAcadia.org ready to give the opportunity to all we, to enhance the cultural heritage of our country and continent: our roots, our gold.