Armanda lives next to a cemetery that isn’t a cemetery. It’s a long-running field throughout the ancient city of Cerignola, pocked with stone stumps. When I called her for specific directions, she knew exactly the place I described - even though it wasn’t a cemetery; just the ruined foundation of a huge old building. I had no idea - as she helped me park my Vespa under her building and turned the secret keys to access her home on the private third floor - that Armanda was the most talented visual artist I had ever met. That changed the moment she opened the door to her gallery/home. I was floored; it was as cluttered as my grandma Bernie’s home, except it was wall-to-wall with amazing art. There must be hundreds of paintings in here. Her most
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