It all began with wordplay, which I used to draw for fun with friends.
Then, the woman’s head became the nucleus, a pretext with which the identity tried to emerge through a form that had limits.
At times it seemed that the emotions put to the test and unheard asked to speak to untie the knots accumulated over the years, or at least to show them.
Gradually the theme has evolved: hair has become long strands, sinuous and malleable lines like clay, they have begun to have a life of their own, no longer feeling obliged to be part of a body.
What attracts me can be totally abstract or very concrete. It can be a passion, an obsession, a fascinating concept or a rocking chair, a curtain, a person.
I like to transfigure the ideas in my mind, I realise that syntheses or metaphors are often created. Sometimes I meditate a lot before a drawing, other times the image comes first.
Today I try to move the boundaries, removing barriers from the subjects, also experimenting with new supports.
Some works continue to be exclusively based on a personal project, but I have also started various collaborations and commissioned works.
I grew up below the Little Dolomites and their profile always gives me relief when I get home.
The bond with nature never leaves me, I think observing it has given me the same contemplative gaze on everything else as well.
Stones, flowers, blades of grass all seem to me to be animated creatures; as were the anthropomorphic puppets and knick-knacks with which I played as a child.
Up to elementary school I liked to draw, but there were too many other activities … dance, violin, remedial gymnastics, homework … and perhaps I lacked the time.
The early years away from home I lived in Venice and Paris. The first was an indescribable dream, the second was reality. I did a little bit of everything: music, theatre, cinema, I worked at the Opera, as a babysitter, in improvised internships …
Then I started doing research on animated cinema and something inside me started to swarm. In the meantime, I was also frequenting some Parisian graffiti artists and seeing them tagging all the time stimulated my creativity.
When I fled to Rome I tried to balance my need for stimuli and my need for greenery. Here I’ve met cartoonists, illustrators and I’ve begun my studies in Medieval Art, which intrigued me for several years now.
So I started wandering in the southern regions, letting myself be shaken and lulled by new visions.
Perhaps the heat and perhaps the need to collect the fragments have finally put the paper and pencil back in my hand.