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In prison my Nonno Michele was greatly abused by a prison guard who made him perform the most unpleasant of jobs. On one of his visits, his brother as asked to bring him a loaf of bread (relatives ere allowed to bring prisoners food) with the proviso that a sharpened razorer was hidden inside. His brother as scared and concerned but nevertheless ceded to his brother's request......My depiction from taped stories told to me by my grandmother.

I have been painting and drawing ever since I can remember.....fueled by an adrenalin rush that grips me when a particular idea or image presents itself and stubbornly leads me to a sketch pad and canvas! Although I have been an art teacher, I am self-taught and have painted and drawn mostly for self-gratification. However, it gives me great satisfaction when my work is acknowledged and gives pleasure to an onlooker. I was born in Forenza, Italy, a small town in southern Italy, in 1953. I have derived great pleasure from my art, sometimes happy to give some of my work away as gifts, content in the knowledge that it would be enjoyed and cared for. My only regret is that I did not take scans or photos of the pieces, now scattered all...