l’abominevole fanciulla delle nevi
mixed media on wood 110 x 195 cm
2011 private collection
ero un puntino infinitamente caldo e denso
mixed media on paper 180 x 120 cm x 4 (pieces)
2012/13 private collection
A Drooling Mania
As a child I enjoyed laying under trees, I liked disappearing in the fields and reappear as one that returns after a long journey, I used to draw a lot... people, animals, especially the faces; I liked to reproduce everything for what it is, or at least I was trying.
At the age of eleven, under one of those trees, I invented and started drawing a story, than I forgot it. When it reappeared after some time, I thought to paint it.
That’s how it started, more or less, my Playing with Art the secret game of a child who does not know what to wish or fear the most: to stay hidden or be discovered.
Often the motivations of a secret do not hide anything reprehensible and the secret is simply our melody, the art that enchants us and makes us astonished witnesses of life.
I believe that was the moment I opened myself to art.
But who knows? ... I just know art is a woodworm, a drooling mania, a secret.
I would have not started painting without a secret, to me painting it is just this: a deal, and enchantment, an invisible thread that ties us to an experience, a memory.
da intitolare
mixed media on wood 100 x 120 cm
serie: janitor of lunacy - 2013 private collection
un poeta francese di meno
mixed media on canvas 200 x 160 cm
serie: mauvais sang - 2014 private collection
l’impavido inglese di Mombracem
mixed media on wood 240 x 220 cm
2015 private collection
Why I am not a painter
I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, a friend of mine is starting a painting. I drop in
"Sit down and have a drink" he says. I drink; we drink. I look up: “You have SARDINES in it?” “Yes, it needed something there.” “Oh…” I go and the days go by and I drop in again.
The painting is going on, and I go, and the days go by. I drop in. The painting is finished. “Where's SARDINES?”
All that's left is just letters, “It was too much,” my friend says. But me? One day I am thinking of a color; orange. I write a line about orange.
Pretty soon it is a whole page of words, not lines. Then another page. There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life. Days go by. It is even in prose, I am a real poet. My poem is finished and I haven't mentioned orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery I see my friend's picture, called:
SARDINES.
un poeta francese di meno
mixed media on canvas 200 x 160 cm
serie: pezzi domestici - 2014 private collection
Picasso uber alles
mixed media on wood 185 x 125 cm
serie: i capelli di Maria Antonietta - 2015 private collection
senza titolo
mixed media on wood 180 x 120 cm
serie: i capelli di Maria Antonietta - 2015 private collection
in laude
mixed media on wood 188 x 230 cm
serie: come puoi vivere a testa in giù? – 2017
quando il mare era blu il cielo era blu anche le onde
mixed media on wood 188 x 130 cm
serie: come puoi vivere a testa in giù? - 2017
il corredo se mi amassi di più non tremerei più
mixed media on wood 185 x 130 cm
serie: come puoi vivere a testa in giù? - 2017
dicono che tutto è sbagliato e parlano
mixed media on wood 180 x 120 cm
serie: come puoi vivere a testa in giù? - 2017
se mi tiri giù non riuscirò
mixed media on canvas 220 x 180 cm
serie: come puoi vivere a testa in giù? - 2017
a volte le cose sono proprio come sembrano, ecco tutto
mixed media on wood 100 x 80 cm
serie: come puoi vivere a testa in giù? - 2017
lunedì è il giorno delle scelte
mixed media on wood 130 x120 cm
serie: come puoi vivere a testa in giù? - 2017
carter il mago
mixed media on wood 188 x 230 cm
serie: do you love me? - 2016