It’s curious: outside Italy there are people who appreciate and share my art, while at home I remain almost invisible.

Often those who know you closely — family, friends, neighbors — are the first to downplay or overlook your merits, while strangers are more likely to offer respect and admiration.

Perhaps it’s true: no one is a prophet in their own land.

But that’s fine. Art travels freely, without borders, and always finds the eyes that know how to see.