"My uncle in America' is part of the Italian bestiary, America dominates the international news, computer-talk is impregnated with americanisms, but what is America?
Woz' America?
How do you conjugate, what eats, and how far away is this America? ("Shut up and row!")

What images of America can a small child have today? And how can an adult American explain to children the America that he experienced as a child?
With these questions, I began my work. When I was very little, I didn't know I was American, but if I think of my infancy, I recognize that it was much colored by the country of my birth.

Cowboys never interested me. I was lucky to live my childhood during the space race, when the real heroes, the astronauts, blasted off weekly to discover what's behind the stars. I no longer remember if I got from them the idea that I could fly, or if I had the idea first and America copied me. Certainly, I was at the age, and in a culture, in which everything seemed possible. The fairies, the astronauts, and Superman were agreed on that.

And this is the dream, that you can even arrive on the moon if you dedicate yourself with enough joy; this is the America that I would like to share with my young spectators. And I do so narrating from a high platform. I don't really fly, but don't tell them that.

Robert McNeer