Coming Down the Mountain

I was born in Naples… No, I was born on the Vomero, the plow shaped hill that overlooks Partenope. Up to my teenage, Vomero satisfied all my needs, and I could neglect the wonderful, violent city that laid at my feet. But life has it’s bends, as the roads that crawl up the hill, and the straightest way to ask forgiveness to the beautiful Mermaid, was to stalk the endless stairs of Petraio, silent at night. I made these drawings in 1985, in my “half punk” period.

If you ever plan a visit to Naples, you can stay at B&B “La Pedamentina”. It’s another historic stairway, so bring confortable shoes.