My relationship with architecture has always been particular and intense. I have always lived architecture as a maximum expression of myself.
It was not love at first sight, it took a couple of years before the architecture stuck on me like a second skin, I had not been able to understand it until deep because I saw my companions sew on the dress of architect and make it a lifestyle.
I just couldn't, I couldn't change my being for fashion or costume, I thought it wasn't for me.
My second year of Bachelor, the Erasmus year in Munich, was illuminating because in Germany the architect was not an Aesthete as in Venice, the architect was not only an ARCHITECT dressed in black, he was free to be barefoot, colorful and cheerful. And that's when I started making love to architecture.
When I returned to Italy I felt different and aware, I had my own style of design that was often not understood because it did not conform to the school of Venice still too rooted in the past and traditions. I started to see architecture as a multifaceted world that ranges from design, to graphics, to art, and I took all these elements into consideration, reworking them and converging them in a single direction.
It was the freedom that I found in Munich that pushed me to come back and continue to expand my knowledge and my expressions.
It was my second Erasmus program that brought me closer to the psychology of architecture. Very often students rely only on the "beauty" when it comes to designing a building, putting aside the impact that our work leaves in the life of those who use it.
From that moment is born my passion for healthcare architecture related to psychology; I felt I had to create environments more suited to the needs of people who are experiencing moments of hardship as people with cancer or Alzheimer's.
Architecture can be therapeutic, you just have to know how to use it.
The ardour that pushed me towards these issues was very strong, the result of my sensitivity to issues of this kind.
I thought I found my own dimension.