Since I was bored in the backyard of my tiny hometown in Tuscany I escaped from it telling myself stories of all types. I forgot to draw a line in between reality and imagination and I’ve been living in between the two ever since then.
Movies are the only way that I can involve people in the world that I see.
This is no pink worlds and unicorns. I used to prefer an armless Barbie and a headless Ken sharing a squiggly fresh earthworms pasta topped by crunchy, dead ants. Screw the Lady, screw the Tramp.
My family would rather "eat the worms" then tell me to stop believing in that reality. They were just laughing and their laughs rapidly become a dependence, and so I developed the Dark Clown inside me.
The monsters in my head couldn’t stop screaming the need of a bigger scenario thus one day, on the edge of a breakdown, I broke into my piggy bank and I bought 293 seats, for me of all of them, to take a plane to Los Angeles.
We never stopped since then, from Baker city to China, we followed our stories and we projected them in big screens.
We'll use any media, from stop motion to live action, even a thick Italian accent, to pull you inside our world for a minute.