Famous in the past for its lace makers, Burano is a small island of fishermen, in the Lagoon north of Venice.

I wandered there one day in the early morning my eyes dazzled by an overfill of light: reds, greens, blues, purples, pinks, shining in an infinite combination of warm and cold colors, intense and triumphant, tender and pure: such are the façades of these modest painted houses, repainted each year by the islanders.

These photographs want to rejoice, to awaken the eye, to dilate the soul.