An off grid art laboratory in the Secret Forest

Crossing the valley in winter

My third winter in the Mannarolo valley is almost over. Those times that I return in the evening through these woods and its mule tracks is when I better reflect on the meaning of things and of being here. Where it is necessary to point towards the darkest part of the horizon and enter a separate world to finally feel at home.

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