I'm an Italian artist, born and living in Florence. I'm not a painter and I don't have any academic training, I just make Art in its etymological sense: an atavistic and tipically human tendency to collect, handle and transform natural...
Read MoreI'm an Italian artist, born and living in Florence. I'm not a painter and I don't have any academic training, I just make Art in its etymological sense: an atavistic and tipically human tendency to collect, handle and transform natural objects in order to build and create something expressive.
In these works I have used waste materials, real rubbish, but also ancient documents, wartime letters, fragments of objects born to be consumed or to be preserved, which transformed into a work of art will resist the time, they will acquire a value which is no longer material or commercial, will show the mindful spectator a new re-existence. There is also a push to make the common object unique, to recover a higher meaning in the act of making, to give dignity to the material as bearer of potential eternity of the momentary artistic gesture, like a lump of amber that fixes a time lapse otherwise already past and lost.
These are aspects that in the history of man have characterized his particular attention to creation and the parental acts linked to it, the "taking care" in a metaphorical and literal sense: the affective or cultural importance attributed to old things, the pleasure and the art of composing by putting together parts otherwise devoid of utility or meaning, the drive to "build" through a natural and very human tendency to that physical and mental bricolage that allows you to create without worrying about the purpose. A dimension of thought and realization that has never distinguished between high and low, between noble and humble, between sacred and profane, and after all neither between abstract and concrete.
