I don’t paint trains anymore since decades, but there was a time in the mid 90’s when this was a real novelty in Italy and my quest for innovation and growth also came from this fire. For family reasons, those years were also the darkest and hard years of my life and this activity, in addition to being a relief valve for my stress, it allowed me to continue to paint (as during the day unfortunately I had to spend my time in a hospital).
In the end I came out with many adventures to tell, I do not regret anything, but those years have flown away without to succede in building anything more long lasting than those memories. But memories are important and who knows, maybe spray cans have also kept me alive? I’m still pondering.