She is our princess. She is the family’s sunshine. It is no coincidence that Virginia was born on the first day of spring, which is also the day when Veronica and I got married.
To be a father again, fifteen years after the birth of my second child, was a great joy as well as a reminder not to rest on my laurels, professionally speaking.
I think that becoming a father again now that I’m a mature man helped me be a less anxious, stronger parent, more capable of treasuring every moment with my children as they grow up next to me every day.
Virginia is more fluent in English than in Italian, to the point that she thinks in English in her little head. When she was younger, I would try to speak English with her in front of other people, while we were abroad. But she answered in Italian and I asked her why. She said: “Dad, it’s because you can’t understand English!”.
Passions, special people, friends and family: the artist’s own notes during an extraordinary life journey