domenica 30 dicembre 2018

The wedding of my mother


From the series “Memories paper”; oil and pencil on paper; 32.5 x 40.5 cm, 2013.

My father, when young, was fond of photography. He loved to develop the images on his own. A rudimentary darkroom was set up in a closet, where he experienced the effects of developing baths on the portraits of his children. These photographs, along with other photos of memories of grandparents, pictures of the period of the war, the marriage of my parents or my and my sister childhood, all of the summer holidays, and countless other occasions to remember, they are still part of the baggage of memories of my family, kept in an old cabinet. Their appeal lies in the irregularities, in the imperfections, in the grains of dust that soiled the film, in the overexposure burning the edges and merging all the objects in an indistinct white light, in the color fading due to the passage of time. I like to think that the paper possesses its own selective memory, which unveils some elements of the image while hides or removes others, staining only parts of the scene, while the rest is left in the second floor, in black and white. Or I like to think that the fading paper misses parts of that memory, and sometimes what remains seems not to be the most important thing.

These original paintings are available for sale at the price of 290 US$ each one or 690 US$ all together (including shipment). Contact me in case you are interested in more information about my work or the availability for work on graphics.



mercoledì 12 dicembre 2018

The censor







































Oil on canvas, 2010, 60 x 80 cm. ORIGINAL SOLD. We can’t be unhappy. We have to pretend to be happy when we're sad. We have to hide depression because it is something that we should be ashamed of. We talk about censorship in relation to politics, religion or ideas in general. It also affects our daily behavior, a habit that we all now have to act and feel in the same way as the others do, because the fear of being branded as different is stronger than the instinct to be ourselves.







giovedì 6 dicembre 2018

A journey to Italy

A journey to Italy, Alba

From the series “Code”, oil on paper, 35 x 35 cm.

The European travelers who made the grand tour in Italy in the nineteenth century, brought back home, in their drawings and memories, a romantic, bucolic, partly false image of the country. They started the journey with a predefined idea and expected to find that, so they were able to see ancient ruins in idyllic landscapes, ignoring the poverty and misery surrounding them. In the same way the map of a city can become a plot of memories or even the falsification of memories. There will be in that map some gaps, or forgotten parts, and parts that we remember as we would like them to have been and not for how they really were. The map can become a personal and intimate diary, where we record our experiences. That map can even become the abstract representation of the ideal life we would have liked to live, a melancholic outline of our regrets and broken dreams.

This original paintings are available for sale at the price of 360 US$ each one (free shipping). Contact me in case you are interested in more information about my work, the sales prices of individual works,  or the availability for work on graphics.
 
A journey to Italy, Alassio

A journey to Italy, Abriola

A journey to Italy, Accadia