The Universe Around

Charcoal and pencil on hot-pressed Arches paper.

I grew up on a small farm in northern Italy, my house was in the middle of nowhere in the countryside, surrounded by fields.
There was not so much there, no fancy malls or urban comforts. But the colors of the fields were changing with the changing of the seasons, there was the sound of cicadas in the warm summer nights coming from the open windows, and I liked to lie down in the golden and fragrant fields of ripe wheat.
A lot was missing apparently and yet I had everything to be blissful: in that small and hidden corner of the world, I had the Universe around.