When I was a small child, and people asked me what I wanted to be when growing up, I would not reply “ballerina”, nor for sure “costume designer”, “photographer” and not even “physiotherapist”. I replied I wanted to be a painter.
I was exposed to museums since very young, and the amazement at what some artists could represent seemed to me the greatest possible thing to devote my time to. There were skies that did not look like photographs of skies, but they made me feel like I was looking at the sky even better than photography. And it does help that I grew up in Italy, with the masters at hand even before the internet.
