Holland, Paris , Edinburgh, St. Marie de la Mer, the Christmas markets come to my mind when I think of the little paintings on glass I used to paint as a personal documentation, back from the holidays. Then came the most challenging triptychs such as the one of the nearby Palmanova. Strolling in the star-shaped city after having portrayed it, made me feel as if I had caught some/slightest fragment of its soul. Many landscapes were painted on tailor’s busts, immortalized in private/public murals and later in art actions. All this allows to collect precious crumbs of the ineffable that many places can offer, when it happens to be there. I love to be able to see a ‘natural’ cathedral in a poplar grove or to perform/be in a ‘enchanted’ wood at Lat 44° N and 11° E. Dealing with people or places makes no difference: both are alive! Moreover, the human body is a place. A complete overview of inner and outer ” Plȁtze “was exhibited in 1999 in Minden DE, hosted in in the former church of Büz. We left Italy with a van load of paintings of Madonnas, Squares, visions of New York, to end with “… comme un oiseau” still wet paint on canvas , ready to soar to other shores. Unexpected sites and acquaintances were discovered/created /performed since: from the cemetery of Père Lachaise to the beaches of Coney Island or a Bulgarian Water Tower, to turn the obvious into a not-so-personal OTHERness.