The "roccolo"

 

This place in Bosco Valtravaglia, near Lago Maggiore, I consider a part of myself.
I discovered the twisted and wonderful beauty of the roccolo in 1958. An ancient place of capture of migratory birds - now luckily out of use, except for scientific purposes - an architecture built from centenarian hornbeams, Nature being forced by man: a tangle of dramatically twisted trunks that I have studied in different seasons, naked in the snowy winters or rich in gorgeous green leaves.
Alone and away from all human noise, I kept to this day drawing the hornbeams, fiercely and lovingly: a series of deeply wrought drawings dug in pencil or charcoal.