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🌌 Brushes, Microscopes, and Space Travel

I was born in February 1961 in Turin, under the sign of Aquarius. I can assure you that I possess all the wonderful traits—and, alas, the little flaws—of this sign… mostly linked to a deep sensitivity that often, in cynical or overly rational environments, tends to protect itself behind a mask of apparent detachment.

Add to this the influence of my Virgo ascendant, further emphasized by the Moon, Pluto, and the North Lunar Node, all aligned right at the ascendant…

What a blend of energies! The vast, uncategorizable creativity of Aquarius, combined with the precision and meticulousness typically found in those born under Virgo!

The result is… hard to define! Perhaps that’s why, during the first thirty years of my life, I didn’t have a clear idea of what I wanted to do. Deep down, I knew, but the strict upbringing of my family environment—as was often the case in the legendary “Sixties”—somewhat clouded my ability to make decisions.

La scienziata
La pittrice
L’austronauta

In an elementary school essay, I wrote that I wanted to be a scientist, a painter, and an astronaut—all at the same time.

You can easily understand my final aspiration: it was the era of the first Moon landings and The Jetsons cartoons, and I already envisioned myself taking the “Space Bus” to commute between Earth and the Moon. As a scientist, I was ahead of schedule: I asked Santa Claus for a microscope, with which I spent countess afternoons observing hair strands, insect wings, dust specks, and many other “rare” tiny materials found around the house…

Painting, however, was my true passion. Perhaps my ultimate one. Tubes of tempera, blocks of modeling clay, and Das were constantly in my hands. I went through truly impressive amounts of them.

đŸ©ș From Numbers to Care: Searching for My Path

So, you must have gone to Art High School, right?

No. In those days, high school art academies were attended by “unserious youth”—according to my family’s protective standards—so it was decided I would take a secure, quiet… utterly boring accounting course. Far too quiet for my more humanistic and creative nature!

I first earned a professional diploma, followed by enrollment in Nursing school, because I simply refused to work in an office. However, I had to reckon with my own sensitivity and sense of justice: back then, in the hospital where I attended the course, nursing and care techniques—especially for the elderly and lonely—were rather crude and inhumane. I would have had to fight daily to defend bedridden grandmothers from anything but professional attitudes.

Halfway through the second year, disappointed by both the teaching and care systems, I decided to leave—taking with me, however, many magnificent and touching life experiences of suffering, human connection, and… departure. I discovered that in the face of pain, I possessed courage, empathy, and the ability to bring relief, bringing a smile to those who were suffering.

I resumed my studies independently and earned my Accounting Diploma with great marks, notably achieving a “9/10” on my Literature essay: what a satisfaction!

🏱 The Office, the “Shell”, and the Sudden Turning Point

And so, I—the person who swore never to work in an office—had to yield to circumstances. After working at various companies, I won a public civil service exam (competing against roughly a hundred candidates for a single open spot).
For four long, repetitive years, I worked first as a Registrar of Vital Statistics and then as a Municipal Treasurer.
I simply couldn’t adapt to that life, and the same sadness that had accompanied me during my school years returned with a vengeance. I thought back to my childhood dreams, and I certainly didn’t remember ever wishing for this life. After all, how many children answer the question “What do you want to be when you grow up?” with “I want to work in an office!”???
Until I made the “crazy” decision to resign and venture into business.

(Ah, I almost forgot: in the meantime, I had gotten married, thinking for a while that I had “settled down” for life with the “right man for me”… Or so I thought…)

The choice fell on a small stationery shop specializing in collectible pens and stamps in the city center. I stayed in that shop for about 9 years, an experience that allowed me to break out of the employee mindset.

Yet, something inside me was still off. In the form of a nervous breakdown that, on the surface, had no reason to exist, a need for further, profound inner growth was being born. From the outside, nothing showed: I had an interesting job, a husband, yet I was in a state of growing emotional confusion that I could no longer hide.
I began a journey with a therapist from the Jungian school who, over the course of about three years, led me to discover aspects of myself and of life that vastly broadened my perspectives on thought, perception, and culture.
My innate predisposition to sense the subtle energies that permeate our reality was knocking loudly at my heart, while the quiet disappointment of not having pursued my artistic side lingered, creating restlessness and unease.
The experience that shook me most out of that numbness was an emergency hospital admission for “suspected Leukemia.”
For months, I had suffered from a constant fever, swollen lymph nodes, extreme weakness, and a sore throat.
After the initial blood tests, while awaiting further investigations, the hospital began administering antibiotics of every kind. I spent the next three days and nights feverish, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling and thinking, in utter despair, that I was going to die.

I was 32 years old, and watching a continuous procession of doctors and nurses coming to look at “the girl with leukemia” was certainly not encouraging.
On the morning of the fourth day, the medical team looked in through the door and, all together with huge smiles, said: “The blood count results are completely normal!”
No one ever uttered the word “leukemia” again. The worst-case scenario had been ruled out. I wasn’t going to die just yet!

💡 The Illuminating “Jolt” and the Rediscovery of LIFE

The emotional storm of those three days sparked a wave of deep reflection… The anguish hadn’t come from the fear of dying, but from the realization that if I were to die at 32, I would run out of time to do, say, and achieve all those things I hadn’t done simply because I was actually afraid to LIVE!

Mental laziness, inertia, guilt, “what will the neighbors say,” “what will mom think,” “what does your husband want you to be”… I had allowed everything and everyone to influence me. It was a true illuminating jolt!
With this new awareness and a renewed enthusiasm, I emerged from a long recovery (by the way, the final diagnosis was aggressive Infectious Mononucleosis: a true psychosomatic signal from my body which, in collapsing, was loudly demanding those personal boundaries I had never known how to draw). I began a new life, searching for what I truly liked, what could make me happy and serene—living every day like a lioness, as if it were my last, no longer postponing what I could and should do, say, and create right away, to never again feel that terrible sense of regret…

I realized that “Nobody is Perfect,” and I learned to accept myself with love just as I am: imperfect, but ever-improving!

(In the meantime, my marriage to the man I thought was “right for me” came to an end with a painful but necessary decision: my rediscovered spiritual nature and his more materialistic mindset were simply no longer compatible).

📚 From Paper to the Bookstore, and into Works of Art

My thirst for knowledge exploded: I devoured books on spirituality, psychology, archaeology, and science. I decided I wanted to share this knowledge with others.

I looked for a larger space to begin crafting handmade art: bookbinding, cartonage, and decoupage became my work. Photo albums, hand-bound notebooks, and custom boxes took shape under my hands.

To avoid wasting leftover paper, I started creating papier-mùché sculptures and artwork.

One day, a customer asked me where he could buy one of the books I was talking about. I was about to send him to a bookstore when a flash of inspiration hit me: I asked my father to build a wooden shelf to display books in my shop. That is how my BOOKSTORE was born! A place to host cultural events, workshops, and lectures.

While I dedicated myself to growing my business—which increasingly reflected my soul’s desire to expand—Life presented me with a series of special encounters with furry beings. Through a series of unexpected events, I found myself caring for 6 cats and 2 dogs. The craziest and most magnificent thing I have ever experienced!

The arrival of each of them represented a moment of deep reflection and growth. In the presence of a abandoned or injured animal, I found and healed parts of myself. However, this didn’t become fully clear to me until a few years later, when my beloved pets began to leave this Earthly Plane. Each time, the pain was devastating—I am not ashamed to admit it. And I am certain that anyone who has faced this final goodbye with a pet knows exactly what I mean.

To process the grief, on a particularly sad afternoon, I began writing something to help raise my spirits above the sadness and deep nostalgia. Words flowed rapidly from my fingers to the keyboard, and within six months, I wrote about 300 pages of stories, memories, and anecdotes—some funny, some touching, but above all… comforting. Almost without realizing it, I had enough material to print a book.

I titled it “Special Agents, Aliens, or Guardian Angels?” for specific reasons. But I won’t reveal them to you now—I’ll leave you the curiosity to discover them directly in the book…

During that time, I also picked up colored pencils again to create the covers for my writings and portraits of my beloved dogs and cats, evoking their truest essence.

Later, through meditation, fluid acrylic paintings were born—blending paint, glitter, and water—inspired by Masaru Emoto’s research on water memory and human emotions.

🧼 But… did that Accounting Diploma ever come in handy?

Since I dislike wasting past efforts, over the years I made the absolute most of that diploma:

  • I kept the bookstore’s double-entry bookkeeping;
  • I gave private lessons in mathematics, accounting, history, and literature;
  • I learned HTML code to build the very first version of my website!

…And here we are today!

đŸ€– The Arrival of “Artificience” and the Dream in the Paper Castle

Life continues to bring new surprises. A few years ago, I was forced to close my beloved bookstore: the rise of online shopping was inexorably changing consumer habits.

As I was coming to terms with the end of that thirty-year commercial journey, my parents fell ill. Those nursing skills I had learned so many years prior were dusted off and applied in caring for them in their final days… a full circle of love closing.

Yet my desire to learn has never faded!

  • I completed an 800-hour certified ceramic technician course;
  • I studied interior design and 3D modeling (AutoCAD and 3ds Max);
  • I took English language courses and qualified as an instructor for fire prevention training with the Fire Brigade.

And now, together with “Artificience” (my affectionate nickname for Artificial Intelligence), I am learning to code the brand-new look of my website on WordPress.

But the most extraordinary thing is that, thanks to Artificience, I am finally fulfilling one of my biggest childhood dreams: making cartoons!

Through my YouTube channel, I create short, delicate, and lighthearted videos. Here too, my love for my “furry companions” fuels my enthusiasm, aiming to share with sensitive souls the splendid emotions that stem from our relationships with animals.

From here on out, my biography will be written “live” together with you. I hope this new website, the blog, and the YouTube channel will offer opportunities for growth, serenity, and new awareness to cultivate together.

Stay tuned, because the adventure… continues! đŸŒżđŸŽšđŸŸâœš

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