Quantum leaps
discovering new dimensions.
Essenza
In an age of accumulation and fragmentation, where the distances between peoples are growing, I feel the need to strip things back. To remove the superfluous, the barriers that separate us, and return to what is essential. For me, what remains is the earth, bread, the reuse of fabrics, natural dyes: what belongs to us and endures. Primordial elements that preserve memory and origin. Every gesture, every element, is a return to the essence. Only by freeing ourselves from the unnecessary we can return to who we truly are. In this new space, matter can become encounter, memory, root.
Materia
Materia stems from my need to return to the essentials. I walk, I gather, I listen: roots, branches, seaweed. Living, fragile, often forgotten elements become part of a process in which natural matter is transformed into a sign, into a presence. I do not seek to dominate it, but to let it flow through me. For me, each work is like a silent dialogue with what is deepest, most ancestral.
In Salto
I'll take you for a little walk with me, no tickets, no taking luggage, no special clothing needed. We'll move around making different quantum leaps, visiting the worlds I've explored with the colors and shapes I've represented, brought to life. It is a journey that crosses different spaces between them, crosses the mind and colors it, illuminates it, explores it, ignites it, and then sets off again toward new discoveries, to meet the places of life and imagination. To travel, especially for this journey, don't rush, take your time to explore. Let's go, now. Oplà, jump with me....
Sorvegliare il caos
I find myself curious to make new discoveries. As a child plays with the earth and kneads it so if I look I see my hands and clothes smeared with color. If this had happened years ago, I would have gone home to change, but now I go where I'm going even if I notice that my pants are smeared with color. We are not mass-produced but we are seriously made. And in the search for what inhabits the spirit, out come lines sometimes confused, shapes that travel from chaos to new spaces, looking for where to stop before starting again.
In Fine?
