Giovanni de Angelis raises a cloud as he attacks an elongated chunk of pale white Cararra marble with a pneumatic chisel. Slowly emerging is the stylized figure of a nude swimmer.
I ask him about his terra cotta bas relief of lovers on the corner of a shop on Via Roma, which prompted me to search out his atelier in Ischia Ponte. “What is its title?”
He shrugs. “Amore.”
“Uomo e donna? Donna e donna?”
“Love is love,” he smiles.