An idea

It came to me while pedalling, as often happens to me. Outside there is Switzerland — the Switzerland of combed meadows that look like a desktop background, the rough and crazy one like the bark of trees, the sober and elegant one of the Helvetica font.

I want a commercial vehicle, one of those that carry Amazon parcels, white and anonymous, but which, when it stops and opens, shows my art and tries to give a flash of magic. And which, when I want, becomes my studio, my travelling atelier. And which, when I need it, becomes my office, my meeting room, a place to meet and work with other people.

The more I pedal, the more it seems I have been thinking about something like this all my life, without knowing it.