I was born in 1985, in a house filled with works of art.
My grandfather was an art dealer, and so was my father.
The first colors I ever saw were those of great painters — Genoese, Italian, and international.

I could barely walk or speak, but they say I could already recognize them all: styles, signatures, techniques.
Some things you learn early when you grow up surrounded by them.
They also say I didn’t need a ruler to determine the size of a canvas — I could measure it just by eye, squinting a little.

I always knew that art would be my life and that I would become an art dealer too, but I wanted to do it my own way.

After finishing my studies, I started working in my father’s gallery, which was founded by his father in 1967.
It dealt exclusively in classical art: masters of the caliber of De Pisis, Michetti, Scanavino, Silvestro Lega, Gamberini, and many other great artists.

It was from my father that I learned how to handle paintings, how to clean them, how to restore them.
And it was that kind of contact — so manual, so physical, so material — that made me love art in a different way.

Soon I realized I needed to walk my own path.
Yes, of my own free will, I left the family gallery and opened one of my own — online.

I went back to studying, delving deeper, expanding my horizons.
Not only through books, but also by exploring the web.
That’s how I discovered contemporary art: a world driven by an underground energy that comes from unknown, brilliant artists with enormous potential.