Blast

BLAST 1 AND 2. Oil on thick paper, 44 x 44 cm, 2020.

Some concentric circles are superimposed over a very simple geometric pattern that resembles a city map, recalling the idea of an explosion. From the intersection of the two overlapped geometries, decorative forms are born, and somehow they dampen that suggestion of violence and destruction. The explosion thus is crystallized, becoming one with the surrounding elements and sharing their fragility.

Pottery

 

Oil on thick paper, 32.5 x 50 cm, 2017. This original painting is available for sale at the price of 420 US$, shipping included. 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.

Camouflage moth

An original piece from the series “Please do not kill butterflies”, pins and oil on paper mounted on a wood panel. 24 x 17 cm, 2014. Original sold.

The madman’s drawing number 4

 

An original piece from the series “The madman’s drawings”, oil and pencil on thick paper, 38 x 38 cm, 2012. This original painting is available for sale at the price of 390 US$, shipping included. 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.

In the museum of criminology in Turin are kept the drawings made by people who were once imprisoned in mental hospitals. Often in these drawings appears a chilling pattern made of geometries and symmetries, a sort of cage or prison made ​​of dense colored lines, arranged strictly within a rigid structure of compositional rules. It is as if those people were not only locked up against their will, but perceived in their head and their thoughts another prison, another cage, and with these drawings were able to represent it, with a dense overwhelming decoration. The affinity of these works with Buddhist mandalas is curious. In one case we associate these works with the idea of ​​meditation and stillness, in the other we are dealing with a mirror of anguish and despair. But the border between the two worlds seems to be fragile.