Laying down on the sand and feeling the sun and the sea on the skin echoing inside of me as tangible memories and present feelings; in my hands, sand flowing among the fingers. In my mind: ÒSand you are ...Ó. Flash-back: the work I made with sand at high-school.
I went back home tightly holding that sand and those feelings, I tried out the memory of my hands and the colours born from the "Tavole emozionate", and so "LÕisola dei miei sogni" was born. I was pleased with the result, I went on with that experimentation.
The first forms: natural elements, which I have had to deal with in my life in a significant way, changing many places and houses, both sea-side and country-side.
The other forms: moments I lived from when I have kept on creating them, in the city as well. The strong call, I always felt, of Surrealism and Dal“, the relationship with-in the town ("Cittˆ", "Periferia", "Zona industriale"), with the people around me ("Disco graffiato") and some opinions or feelings, more exactly, that I had, depending on what I saw or happened to me going around the town (ÒTrittico pour femmesÓ), that I had in my hands in different places (ÒDal mareÓ), raising my eyes to the sky, aware or not of where my feet were (ÒNel cieloÓ).
As a set-designer, often I have imagined to make larger the same shapes, as installations or stage structures; but, since often my art works are harmoniously proportioned to the space where they were born, in this case they are "small", because such has been the space I had and small was the corner inside me from which, as small diamonds, I have thrown out.
All fantastic but, among the coming back memories and the life that I live, also cheerfully and painfully scratching, like "Ofelia": the symbolic death of period of my life. Then the beginning of another period, so "Il cristallino leone risorto", new hopes or simple need of imagination: ÒnatureÓ, ÒfeelingsÓ, ÒtownÓ, for a life that I don't feel natural ("Dalla terra alla terra") if not in my memory ("Guizzo", "Note in libertˆ").
The difference among how I felt life in past and how I feel it now ("Naturali" and "Chimiconaturali"), verifiable also from what I have made and what I make: once, "Tavole emozionate" made with soft shades of colour on light paper; now sculptures made with sand and imagination with tempera and different materials, taken off more and more from the natural one, which I always think over and keep on holding onto.
For me, nothing cryptic, everything simply clear and truthful: it is what I wish and that less and less I can find around me, now, in this town. Fast schizophrenia of this life, inside and out, above, under, all around, always the same always different, always changing and changing ÒmateriaÓ.
Sand under colour dirty fingernails.
Reality as ÒmateriaÓ ,
imagination as a weapon, double edged blade,
making real as a fight ,
in the years, in a moment, as a blow.
My art. My life.