Castello di Albola
Radda in Chianti
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Statement & Concept
I love small flowers, weeds and wildflowers. They have a complexity in the details but they are simple. They are just so beautiful.
I want to be naked. I would like to be completely free. I want a shower of blossoms. I want two suns in the sky. I would like vivid colors, shocking colors, soft and calm colors. I would like to paint the flowers. I just want to paint the flowers where I like, as I like and without thinking too much. A gracefulness through their nature. I want to learn their delicacy and gentleness. I want to draw them just for me and for children. I paint them for the birds and for animals in the farm. I paint them for the donkey.
My flowers are beautiful because flowers are just beautiful. Because the colors are beautiful. It's all that simple. The beauty of simplicity. Simply beautiful. Indeed gorgeous!
The Walls Cry Out Too!
Architecture and humanity always have a direct relationship with each other. A relationship full of emotions that give soul to an architectural creation where energy dances inside. Not only because of its creator but also of the people who pass by, live and touch it. The walls are the vertical floors that keep the traces of people on their skin. The walls are treasures of memories and secrets collected in many years. The walls listen but they don't speak, they shout!
It is interesting that the project “The walls cry out too” seems that a work of art which already exists on the walls of the cities. Everyone passes in front of them, influences and modifies them but without noticing them, they continue their way… It is as if when I pass in front of them they shout at me: no! They scream at me. Then I look at the image of the wall from the screen of my camera and I take a picture of it, an immortalized document in that moment of the day or of the night and of the season, in that state of my mind and in that state of the wall. As soon as I take a photo, it no longer screams, it follows me only with its eyes in silence... The fate of this wall is very sad; from the wall it goes to the camera screen, then to the computer screen, to the printer and finally it will hanged on the wall! A living wall and a dead wall! I don't know which wall is really alive, the one installed on the gallery wall or the one in the city... but I know that only a few walls scream and some of them have nothing to cry out about, yet!
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