Beside a river, in the old Renaissance walls, between ancient craft shops and monuments of incredible beauty, I have known the nuances of enchantment. That city is Florence, a living painting, full of color and full of charm. My story is that of a short weekend – far away in time, but close in my memory – where I had tried to draw something, using paper and colors, as I walked into a page of the Renaissance. In Piazza del Duomo (Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore, the Baptistery and Giotto’s bell tower), I had experienced the use of three shades of white. Over Ponte Vecchio (observing the goldsmiths’ workshops), I wanted to prepare some shade of blue.
Inside the Uffizi Gallery (admiring the masterpieces by Raphael, Titian and Caravaggio), I thought about using some shades of purple. The Brancacci Chapel (in the Church of Santa Maria del Carmine, with the wonders of colored Masolino and Masaccio), made me the gift of color “Sienna”. Inside Palazzo Medici enchanted, I “heard” that had been painted by Benozzo Gozzoli in the Chapel of the Magi. At the end of my short stay in Florence, at sunset, I had gone in Piazzale Michelangelo, to observe from what I had already seen from below. When the sun had set, in an A4 sheet of paper, I had packed into a design – with all the nuances of enchantment – a wonderful day of my life.