Valentino Marengo

My father was an obstetrician. I came into the world with natural delivery in a flat in a popular district of Turin. The window of my room looked out onto a small courtyard and beyond a wall there was a workshop where they were making gears for Fiat cars. I spent my childhood hearing the rolling of the lathes working until the evening. It was not an annoying noise, it was the background of my afternoons at home. For me, that workshop was a mysterious place. I happened to visit it a few times with my father who was a lover of mechanics. When I was then a student at the Academy of Fine Arts I had the need to make a tool for engravings right in that workshop. That tool was my first product made with industrial machinery.

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