Along my life the theme of the Sacred is recurrent. It applies to some subjects of my art works: paintings, installations or performances. It is also a underlying attitude: a state of mind-heart-body that sometimes turned to be peacefully subversive and kindly irreverent. As when the painting “… e il giorno dopo Maria lavò i suoi collants e la t-shirt del bambino” (the day after Mary washed her stockings and Jesus’ t-shirt) was refused by the committee of a Christmas exhibition, not for nudity or so – Holy Mary was not even depicted – just because of the title that convoyed towards a far too human Madonna. The Sacred is a big question: “Dio c’è” (Does God exist?) can be traced in several works. Besides, the maternal relation Mary – Jesus is central at a certain point and is developed as a separation from the child. He leaves the sacred image painted on the wall, gets rid of the halo, becomes three-dimensional and alive. Often he lands on the sand and plays with it as I used to do in my infancy. Without being disrespectful, I sometimes love to feel like a Virgin Mary; so during the art actions, I like to wear veils-mantles of the colour of her eyes. Cemeteries like Père Lachaise in Paris are inspiring environments. I also celebrate my name-day since 19 October 2005 when the Sea in Apulia brought me a (inflatable) dolphen as a unexpected present.