Art has always been home to my family. A story, begun with my grandfather Giovanni, special commissioner and director for the Venice Biennial from 1946 to 1960, continued to be written by my father Giorgio, an antique art collector. I grew up, therefore, in a cultural environment increasingly tied to the world of art, since, as a boy, I started attending antique art dealers, gallery owners and art curators.

In the years of my training, I focused my interest on artistic practices that have distinguished the cultural context of our Belpaese, giving origin to an Italian style which has passed through the artistic movements to get to us. “It should be modern without being foreigners; be Italian without being in another century; be closer to the spoken language of the people; looking for simplicity, naturalness, truth”: in these words, launched by the historian Pasquale Villari to the nineteenth century artists, I found a perfect link with the approach to my profession of art dealer. When, in 1997, rolling out the exhibition space in the heart of the inner city of Rome, the love for art, inherited from my family, has translated into reality, I really tried to take a methodology that it pointed to our figurative culture promotion with a dynamic and simple style, based on solid guarantees that just Italian art, successful combination of aesthetic and historical documentation, continuous dialogue between ancient and contemporary ages, could offer me.

Rejecting the pompous classical art dealer stereotype, I tried to play this role with a balance and a sobriety that let me cultivate other my everyday life passions: the family – my wife Valeria and my three sons – and the practice of hiking in the mountains, where often I find new nourishment to manage my job with higher energy.

Three things that I love

  • The family. “All happy families are alike”, Tolstòj wrote. I have to blame the Russian novelist. My family is unique.
  • The mountain. Strengthens the body and spirit.
  • My job. See previous bullet.

Three things that I hate

  • Bureaucracy, stainless iron curtain.
  • The slowness: It could not be otherwise dealing with a work based on instinct and sense of timing…
  • Losing a bargain, real poet Horace’s “seize the day” for a gallery owner.
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