I grew up falling asleep with the voice of my parents that read me "fairy tales from around the world", dreaming of dragons feathered and Eskimos that scared me, and with a grandmother with whom I copied the pages of the Atlas of the animals. I remember an early love for Uniposca and large loggerheads with my sister who destroyed my drawings. After art school there was the Academy of Bologna, here I was overwhelmed by a tornado of inspiration: the great street art Blue and Ericailcane, libraries full of self-productions, exhibitions, fairs, cultural clubs. And then illustrators and cartoonists: the color of Mattotti, the stylization of Ghermandi, the charm of narrative David B. Finally the best thing, the exchange with my classmates and friends, who are the ones that really need. All this soup I sifted through, I seasoned with what is mine and mine alone and the result are my doodles!