The Whale’s Belly is a place where all ideas are accumulated, elaborated upon and digested. A sort of  Davy Jones’ locker of our conscience where odd and apparently incoherent things gather: treasure chests full of hopes, decaying shipwrecks of unfinished thoughts, galleons made of visions lost in the maze of our mind…

Everything amasses here, giving creation to an ideal city constructed of broken pieces of the past and fragments of memories, a magical place where eccentric and strange creatures live walking purposeless along narrow roads whose lamps are lit by fireflies.

You can meet an enchanting siren pedaling her bicycle to and fro while carrying a gramophone singing old charlestons. There's the weary prophet solitarily playing poker and a pegged-legged pirate with his pompous parrot stuttering Shakespeare. Just around the corner a deep sea diver with his diving suit filled with slowly swimming water coloured butterflies... 

Arturo Brachetti, the most famous international quick-change artist, has commissioned his metaphysical portrait to Andrea Aste…

A sprinkle of madness