It was not a work at the start. It was Spring break, and I was with my classmates on the beach of Maremma. I found a worn-out ball in the sand and started to play with it. Then I put it down and tried to draw a circle round it. There was no stick around, so I used my feet. I made a small circle by walking slowly around the ball. When the circle was almost closed, I did not stop but kept walking and made it into a spiral. Very slowly the spiral grew larger and larger... I started to like it. I didn't want to go playing anymore, I kept dragging my feet. I didn't know what I was thinking. I was doing it for a long while. My teacher, Lorenzo Pezzatini, took some pictures of me doing it.
After a few hours, the thing became quite big. By this time I became serious. I had a lot of time for thinking during those hours. For the last few months, I had refused to make any work despite bad consequences at school. I just didn't see the point of making things at the time.
But I liked this thing. I asked Lorenzo to take some more pictures for me. And then I started to write some texts in the journal that I kept beside me, whenever I finished one round.
Picture 3 and Picture 4 were accidents: in the next morning, I went to take new pictures of the piece, and I accidentally double exposed the pictures that Lorenzo had taken the day before.
I thought they were spoiled then, but it turned out that they were of the best.
The beautiful sunrise was shining on the piece when I came to see it the next morning. We left Maremma immediately after that.
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