"There’s a precise moment in my life when I think I was born as an artist."

One afternoon, home alone with my brother, I found a blue wool yarn and started making a web of threads: I attached the thread to the window handle, then climbed on furniture to reach the highest shelf, then down to the door handle, and from the door handle to the table leg… I eventually filled the room with blue wool lines: my name is Giovanni, I am seven years old, and I want to become an artist.