Stefania Pinna

Since I was a child I have always had a strange interest in "how things are done". If I liked an object, I didn't ask "where did you buy it?", but "how do you make it?". The result has never interested me, or almost nothing, for me the creative process was and is everything. The joy of designing, experimenting, doing and trying again, as you probably know, cannot be explained in words. I spent my time modeling, drawing, colouring, assembling and dismantling, but... Then as I grew up I moved further and further away from this world, from my world, and I started to think about serious things, I embraced life as an adult and with it a sense of emptiness and apathy. Until one day, in the middle of an attack of anxiety mixed with desperation, I said to myself: I want to get up in the morning and start painting. Crazy? Maybe yes. But happy 🌈