In the Bible, humanity becomes self-aware when Adam and Eve eat the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden. You, on the other hand, understood what you wanted to do in life thanks to a peach. And not just any peach…
I was seven years old and, during school holidays, my mother would take me to my grandfather’s house in Cesena, Italy. We would get up at four in the morning, and I would accompany him by bike to work: he dug wells and built fountains. At noon my grandmother made cappelletti in broth, because we had been sweating and needed something light and salty. Then around four in the afternoon, after finishing work, we would go to his garden: a small plot of land with vegetables, fruit trees, rabbits… We hoed the soil, tended and watered the plants, and my grandfather would smoke a cigarette. Once I picked a peach from a small tree – it was a variety that is now extinct, a Belladi Cesena, as big as a child’s head – and took a bite. I asked my grandpa, “How can this peach be so big and so good?” He looked at me and said, “If you are good to nature, nature gives everything back to you.” That sentence grew inside me. I began to look at trees differently, to climb them, to want to be with them and understand how they worked, how they lived.
Your grandfather built fountains. Your father designed and imported terracotta pots from Italy to Switzerland. You chose to work with gardens. So you moved from the object to the context. From design to architecture. How did that happen?
My father emigrated from Italy to Switzerland as a young man. He collaborated with Italian sculptors to craft staircases, balustrades, and window sills. To meet the demands of the Swiss climate, he began developing frost-resistant terracotta pots, which he successfully introduced to gardens and terraces throughout Switzerland. That’s how the family business was born. I studied Industrial Design nearby, then Landscape Architecture in London. In 1985 I moved to Maui, Hawaii, to create gardens for a Sheraton hotel. There, nature was almost magical. In the morning I would wake up, step outside, shower outdoors, and not return home until evening. That year I surfed and got my pilot’s license. I saw the island from above, in the air, and from the water. I tried to read it and understand it: the winds, the volcano, the waterfalls, the tropical biodiversity… It was perhaps the most powerful experience of my life. But when my father called to tell me he was going to stop working, I decided to return and take over the family business. The first thing I did was break down all the low-value pots and use the shards to create a terracotta terrace. That was the moment I moved from the object to the space that contained it. And it worked.








