
The workshop does not end with a finished character.
The character becomes a doorway into a larger world.
As participants bring their objects and clues together, we look for the hidden relationships between them: recurring symbols, strange coincidences, contrasts, memories, textures, sounds, places, and stories.
We collect, rearrange, cut, assemble, draw, record, photograph, imagine.
A mood becomes a landscape.
An object becomes a clue.v
A clue becomes an event.
An image becomes a place.
A character begins to move through it.
Together, we construct the first fragments of a collective story-world—a physical and visual landscape that can grow beyond the workshop.
The final form is deliberately open: it might become a collaborative installation, a sculptural environment, an animated world, a map, a performance, a film, a collection of story objects—or something we haven’t imagined yet.
The workshop is the beginning.
The artwork is what emerges from the journey.
When I opened my eyes I felt disoriented, around something like bubbles swirled furiously before my eyes.
Was I alive? Or was I dead? In that moment of sheer panic actually, these questions echoed in the ether of an oblivion that, at least in appearance, it was all in my head. I could hear the sounds, similar to those that produce a stomach-churning.
I felt the soft touch of water on the skin, or at least what I thought was water. I could see the blue spectral ocean under me and I tasted the salt of a life that no longer belonged to me.









Carton Board, White Acrylic Painting and Spray Can, Collage, Objects.
Serenella Rizzi, Emanuela Buratti, Vittoria Dalla Torre, Giuseppe Capucci, Manuel Turchi, Elisa Delle Donne, Ylenia Cipriano, Marlene Barcio.












Drawing, Colored Pencil, Acrylic Painting, Collage
Angelica Zilli, Nicole Ballini, Annalisa Gorreri, Argenide Conti, Ludovica Carallo, Diego Roncarati, Mattia Tagliazucchi.








