Born in Treviso on the 16th of March 1994. After his classical studies at Liceo Ginnasio Statale “A. Canova” in Treviso, he started his theatrical studies in Civica Scuola di Teatro Paolo Grassi in Milan, where he was selected for the playwriting course. In these years he studied and worked with some masters and professionals like Renata M. Molinari, Renato Gabrielli, Franco Brambilla, Tatiana Olear, Davide Carnevali, Edoardo Erba. He graduated as a playwright in 2017 with the production of his play Molto Crudele at Teatro Franco Parenti in Milan. He took part in Metropolis – Promised Lands, an international project promoted by Civica Scuola di Teatro Paolo Grassi and Creative Europe, with his play Effetti Non Personali (Impersonal Effects), staged during the whole exhibiton at the end of 16 micro dramas. His play Nastro 2 (Tape 2) was selected for the final of Premio Riccione – Pier Vittorio Tondelli 2017. In 2017 he started his collaboraton with the director Giampiero Solari as a playwright, working for some productons including Cavalieri (Knights) by Aristophanes during the 54° Festival Nazionale del Teatro Greco di Siracusa (June 2018). With the play Saul, directed by Giovanni Ortoleva and selected for a contest of young directors, he won the special mention in Biennale Teatro 2018 in Venice.
A table laden with food, before dinner, before an important dinner, a night to celebrate. Waiting for the son to arrive. The son who then arrives and shows up is not the son but some other guy. Just as the father (Vater) and the mother (Mum) change during the night, being not the parents anymore, just as the boy (Chico) isn’t the boy anymore. They try to gather memories, feelings, a common past, building and tearing down again a family unit which can’t exist but through relations that hurt each other. And at the end of the night, which still hasn’t turned into day, police finds the body of another boy in the back of a car. All that follows – an online sex chat and the dramatic meeting of two boys in the suburbs – is the reconstruction of a substitution, a stolen identity, a killing, a wound that won’t heal; a cut that never coalesces, blood spilling always at the same time, same night, everything repeats. A table laden with food, before an important dinner, where a son who isn’t really a son will arrive. And the only thing that remains is the mud invading the dining room and transforming it into something different, a place where you can eat no more.