Aquanissime II

Venice, my muse. Winding my way through the labyrinth of your canals, in a decor both baroque and antique, I take my gaze to the water’s edge. So many things are reflected there, survivors of your flamboyant and mysterious past.

Specter of carnival characters, oscillating in your image between splendor and decadence? Conspirators plotting in your shadowy zones? Glittering nights of bewitching courtesans and their masked Casanovas?

It’s a festival of multicolored reflections celebrating the sweetness of life, the vivid memories of parties and intrigues, with the aesthetics of its legendary romanticism, sure to leave a lasting impression on all sensitive minds.
In your floating mirrors, the soul of your glory plays with time and shines forever.