About Me

Once upon a time there was a dream, kept for years in a closed drawer. There are so many dreams, but I believe each has its own moment, its own path to tread, before the time is right to open that drawer. My name is Barbara Bacca; my passion for artistic creation has its roots in childhood, when all I really needed was some glue and some paper or some little piece of wood, or just some stones to give free vent to my lively imagination. Spaceships, buildings, or creatures in the strangest shapes… Over the years, this need to create was cultivated in various ways between four walls, progressively evolving toward the creation of small “wearable” objects and sculptures. 

The impetus to step out into the open came to a height among the wreckage, during a time when, for a period of months, my life force hung over the blackest void, holding on with just one hand, at the edge of my breath. And at my physically lowest moment – unexpectedly – my beloved father died. Everything seemed to conspire to get me to throw in the towel. My life seemed to have lost all meaning. The only thing keeping me alive was the duty not to give up, not to break the hearts of my loved ones. I’ve chosen to tell you about this moment more in photos than with words.