Art is made, not proclaimed!
I never estimate clean or polished forms,
as well as pure colours and clean outlines.
Please tell me what is clean, polished and clear.
I would like to be fit to perceive in such a way,
alas, this perception is not corresponding to reality.
Seeing through the nose,
Breathing through the eyes,
Moulding through the ears,
Feeling through the hands.
That is Art.
Questo è arte.
It is about time to investigate beyond the darkness of what has been overshadowed
and to hunt for the unknown.
The help deriving from science is inadequate because the art, which is situated in our mind, is not subjected to laws and formula governing the science.
Any mutation entails variations, therefore mutation is art.
Thus, to be beyond his own skill, the artist must constantly look for variations.
The art of painting is the simplest and most complex existing activity.
Actually painting means removing colours and forms which in time were worn out, corrupted, soiled and superposed.
What has to be paint?
Human beings, naturally.
Oxide will never stop…
Many look at it but few can perceive it.
Forms, colours, figures
Which I imagined elsewhere…
And I freed them.
I long for figures
to shun my loneliness.
Shape can be both
bidimensional and tridimensional.
Shape is optimal when possessing both dimensions
and perfect with the fourth one, olfaction.
Scraping does not mean removing,
It means going underneath,
Cleaning up by extirpation,
Pushing, lifting up,
Curling up the material,
like the work done by a plough into earth.
It is the challenge of a white canvas ….
on which few strokes can create a world in its fullness.
Snow is like a black starry night:
do not mean cancelling rather creating new things and shapes
which existed unnoticed.
Painting wind is exciting
because wind is unforeseeable,
it is life,
light and long shadows.
An endless dynamism.
I was convinced
that painting flowers
was the most difficult thing to do,
yet I did not realise
must exhale their fragrance.
Art and science
Art is not science
but research employing science
for a better way of life.
Unfortunately not everyone understand art
as it usually is out of reach.
It is hard to fix a boundary
between picture and sculpture.
Creating and removing
would be more appropriate.
Life is a pubis,
a warm nest
made of straw and mud.
Life is difficult and hard,
beautiful and fanciful
whenever we have mud, straw and light.
Don’t means do not.
In nature all is figurative and abstract.
Being able to penetrate into forms, that’s the problem.
Let me tell you
Let me tell you about stinky things:…
Which can annoy,
Which have long lives.
Let me tell you that it is too much
And it is wrong.
Than it is better to be dumb.
I wanted to let you know…
The colour of wind must be found out thus
forms and colours will ensue from it.
The exhibition starts at the very moment in which the artist feels he has something to show.
The work of art dies out as soon as the artist has created it. It will be revived by spectators.
I could not tell you wonderful things.
I would not be able to offer you shiny things.
If only could I think differently!
I was thinking in and outside
And kept on being over there.
I wonder why the shape of sculpture
cannot be spontaneously forged
as it happens in nature
where mutation is constantly and patiently happening.
Even that is art.
Any work is consequent to another, if not in real terms, mentally.
A work of art will be successful if you have a feeling with it and develops evermore suggesting new ideas even modifying the starting concept.
When knowing and performing a work of art the artist is already bypassing it.
Nature is employed and dealt out by man but is revealed by the artist who betrays it up to its extreme limit.
Art is limitless space divided into apparent areas coveted one after the other by the artist. As soon as a conquest is acquired other areas appear creating an endless operating action.
I do not live in a dream, I move with the times.
Tar is natural element thus it forestalls the time of my work.
The conception precedes the work which is previously perceived by thought therefore by techniques.
Tar “stinks” for un-witty people,
Art si meant for fee people only (unfortunately).
Art speeds along, runs forward,
there is no time for latecomers.
Art keeps us with the times.
Any work of mine is fragile, delicate, unstable and dangerous, that is what I want.
In my art the material is frail representing the synthesis of elements. The value of a work is proportioned to its inspiring thought rather than to the material which is made out of.
A part of history cannot be avoided from the artistic work otherwise it would be similar to a rootless tree.
I have warm, tingling and smooth hands, my mind is free and satisfied.
I just ended an inward and outward work on abrasive paper, it is neither a painting work nor a carving one.
Through my work I exercise a penetrating and altering material’s process, neither eclectic nor equivocal, because I am always conscious of the result of my work. Those who think that my work is eclectic or equivocal do not understand my art because they do not know it.
Tar is a helping mean: a tool like oil painting, wood, gold, ashes,,,,
Black scented tar represents the itinerary to be followed and the atmosphere which is inhaled.
I am absorbed, altered and modified by tar which makes me old as it ages my works: tar is challenging me and I take part.