le stelle riflesse negli occhi

(original sold)

From the series “The stars reflected in the eyes”, cementite, oil, graphite, wooden sticks and cotton thread on paper. 20 x 20 cm. 

                                                                      

Anything that can be classified in a homogeneous series exerts an attraction on me and an impulse to draw it. Perhaps what attracts me is the research of the variant, the exploration of the rules that allow the inclusion of that group of objects in a single set but giving to each object its uniqueness.

So I always liked to draw eyes. Individual eyes, wide eyes, groups of eyes, half closed eyes. To change the expression or play with colors and decorations as if it were a make-up, allows endless variations.

Even the constellations in the sky are endless, and I drew these too, as if they were geometric embroidery or imaginary and arbitrary warping created for the sole purpose of interpreting a reality difficult to understand.

Then, when the verse of a mawkish romantic song came into my thoughts ("The starlight is reflected in your eyes ..."), I could not resist to create a new series, based on the union of those two, which although have nothing to do with each other, related by the only fact of being homogeneous sets, ready to be classified to quench the thirst of an artist that is anxious to bring order into its chaotic imaginary world.

(original sold)

(original sold)

(original sold)

tattoed body

“Tattooed body”, oil colors and graphite pencil on paper, 30 x 42 cm, 2015.

Available for sale:

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anatomy's studies

From the series “Anatomy’s studies”, oil and graphite on paper, 30 x 12 cm.

In some old manuals of anatomy I find very accurate and detailed illustrations that represent the different parts of the human body. The internal organs, the tissues, the degenerations provoked by disease are represented with extreme precision and detail. The color contrast is very strong to highlight all the details. Generally there is a prevalence of yellow and red. The images are fixed in crystalline stillness that deprives them of any sense of fear or disgust for what we are observing. On the contrary, the wealth of detail and fullness of the representation, if for one moment we can forget the subject they portray, can allow us to imagine a sort of sensuality.

These artworks are made on paper overlaying subsequent layers of oil painting and pencil drawing (I often use graphite not only to emphasize the traits but as a colour itself, to fill and darken entire areas of the drawing). The elongated shape of the paper allows me to imagine that these muscles, tendons and organic forms that I invented, are pulled or contracted, giving them a sense of softness or elasticity.

Original available for sale.

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me in the studio

I’m like a mouse in its box. A little mouse safe in its shelter, that passes his time gnawing the food stored for the winter. But my food are the drawings. I work within my home. My studio is a room of the house in which I live. In this relatively small space are accumulated all the materials and equipment I need to draw and paint, but in a certain sense also the suggestions that inspire my work. Here are the desks and drawing boards, with brushes and paint colors, but also, on the walls or placed in closets, paintings and drawings (I think each finished work is always an inspiration for the next, in somehow). A great source of ideas are books and music, and of course the PC. The graphics programs and virtual modeling programs have become over the years a valuable support, but obviously the richest mine is the internet: a reservoir of images and ideas from which to draw, and in which we often are lost (in addition to photos of my own travels, all stored on the computer). It 'a small microcosm closed in on itself, rather impervious to the outside world (despite a large window with a beautiful view of Turin, almost always I work with the curtains closed). It is a bit as if the suggestions of the real world were allowed to enter here only after being filtered and digested, only after it has been already turned into experience. Exactly like a rat, eating quiet its supplies in its den, waiting for the end of winter.