It’s Naples – the late 70s – and Luca Indraccolo’s cousins are out in the street, playing football under a scorching sun. Not Luca. Instead, the young boy is inside, sitting on his grandfather’s lap, watching as the elderly man paints the landscapes he loves. His grandfather is permanently silent: surgery to remove a tumour has left him unable to speak. But boy and man understand the language of art together.
“I just loved being with him,” Luca recalls. “It always made my day when my grandfather would give me an old brush. That’s the earliest I can remember
