“Into the Holes”, 2770 years old and Rome won on everything but not its holes; its enemy of last generation. Small and bigger holes, pipes of open air constructions sites, come out from layers of tarmac; it seems not to be an end to this…
Painting
“Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.” (Kandinsky) When we do something we like, where we put…
“Do you want to leave now for our adventure?”- asked Peter Pan,“or do you prefer to have a tea before?” Tea first”- said Wendy (Peter Pan) A cup of tea for each day of the year, 363 days where art becomes a way to tell…
“I think you have to control the materials to an extent, but it’s important to let the materials have a kind of power for themselves; like the natural power of gravity, if you are painting on a wall, it makes the paint trickle and it…
Alice: “How long is forever?” White Rabbit: “Sometimes, just one second” (Lewis Carroll) Time is now, is past, is future; time is the image of the infinite, a transfer of ideas, a container of rigor and entropy. The artist perceives it and transform it in…
“The baby calls his mother and asks:” From Where I come from ? Where did you pick me up ?” The mother listens, cryies and smiles while she’s embracing him: “You were a whish in my heart”(Rabindranath Tagore) “Mater” is a collection of close-up shots…
“Behind the waiting, there is everything: the free permission to evoque a beautiful face or to speak with a shadow” (Dominique Blondeau) Imagination makes your mind drunk; it is a door opened to estreme visions; from reality he molds the mystery, hiding or revealing it….
“Echo is often more beautiful than the voice it repeats” (Oscar Wilde) Colours of the earth, of the sea and the sky make these women like a painting kaleidoskope. Figures as archetype of myths and legends; whispered echoes from the past that come back to…
“Fascination, a kind of key able to open secret doors”(Jean Josipovici) Whispers beyond images, thoughts translated into unsaid words, glazes that hide an invitation to get into a secret world, where memories are impenetrable mysteries enhanced by the personal taste of the artist for “noir”…
“There is a solitude of space, a solitude of sea, a solitude of death, but these Society shall be. Comapred with that profounder site. That polar privacy A Soul admitted to Itself Finite Infinity”. (Emily Dickinson) The atmosphere is rarefied, the landscape is nature in…