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An art piece is not just about what you see - it’s about the journey and the story behind it.
Sometimes it’s a big story, sometimes a little one.
Here, you’re invited to explore the spirit of each artwork.
Read its concept, feel its visual expression, and if something within you resonates, you may “adopt” it.
Adoption takes care, attention and love. It also allows you to choose the body your artwork will live in - by selecting its size and material.
Available body forms:
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Essential
Fine Art Print on Canson paper (unframed)
From 25 cm (9.8 inch) up to 70 cm (27.5 inch)
Starting from €300 + shipping
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Daydream
High-quality CMYK print on plexiglass or aluminum panel (ready to hang with hooks)
From 70 cm (27.5 inch) up to 150 cm (60 inch)
Starting from €700 + shipping
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Eternal
Fine Art Print on Canson paper mounted on gatorfoam/aluminum/plexiglass panel, ready to hang
From 70 cm (27.5 inch) up to 150 cm (60 inch)
Starting from €2,000 + shipping
Each piece comes with a Certificate of Authenticity, available as a digital or physical version.
The artwork itself bears sometimes no visible signature or text - I believe each piece has its own presence and identity, and doesn’t need to be marked.
All artworks are created originally as prints - limited editions. They're all bespoke and customized.
If you wish to reserve Edition No. 1, you may acquire all the edition numbers of that piece at a higher price - if still available.
Please read carefully Terms & Conditions before ordering.
All images are copyrighted and cannot be used without the artist’s permission.
Still unsure which artwork or form is right for you? I’ll be glad to help you choose.
Simply reach out - every adoption starts with a conversation.
Highlights
Luminifer
The horse is a symbol of good fortune and a bearer of light (Luminifer). A light of hope, of happiness, of better times.
I currently live in the beautiful Tuscan countryside, in Monteriggioni, near Siena. Along the roads that lead me home, I encounter many horses. I believe that the artist is both a thinker and an observer, of everything that happens in their personal life and everything that surrounds them, remaining authentic to themselves. In many cultures, the horse is a symbol of good fortune and a bearer of light. A light of hope, of happiness, of better times. All these elements, for me, came together in the decision to paint horses. I chose to paint them by tracing their forms in a very naïve and sincere way, almost fable-like and illustrative, within a world that exists on the threshold between digital and real, with a gaze that is both childlike and adult, full of freedom and visual poetry. I now understand how Farsi is a truly poetic and beautiful language, and I believe that many truths can be revealed through poetry. In this complicated time, in which we human beings are unable to find even a simple way to be at peace and to live life as it is, without aggressive dichotomies at every level of society, I could do nothing but paint visual poems. Not to forget, not to escape, not to document or to find a real solution, but to leave behind a “pure” trace, as a witness within this dirty world. Languages are all deeply limiting, and at the same time sometimes too precise, and we forget that nature communicates in ways that are highly sensitive yet also very vague. In this way, the system prevails, and usually so do all its individual elements. I wish for a world full of horses. I wish that my “self” could live in a parallel world, in a timeless non-place, filled with horses and without human beings. 2026
Solar System II
I feel the light, finally again, after a dark period in my life. The dichotomy of life and the inner self is both frightening and captivating. When you comprehend the darkness, you’ll finally see, not because of the light, but the darkness illuminates itself. Knowledge and thinking could be too bright, making everything appear completely pitch black, like space. Our human body is a survival machine that searches for the light in every moment to live and be alive. It lives around the “sun”, and we find our sun and rotate around it, dancing with it and constantly staring at its light, so long that we lose sight of anything else. In that way, the darkness and light become indistinguishable. Light is hope; darkness is hope. Light is love; darkness may be too. “Solar System II” is the continuation of the art series “A Big Big Bright Sun!” It takes place in a different period of my life and with a different approach. Perhaps it will be continued again!
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Intimo
"Intimo" is about empathy and defining myself through the people I love.
When we look into someone’s eyes, we actually only look at one of their eyes. The eye is intimate, even more so than the genitals. The eye is a universe with a black hole in the center. The eye is delicate, shielded by an even more delicate eyelid. Eyelashes are intimate. The flower is intimate, too. It’s delicate, complex, and smells softly sweet. Each flower is a universe unto itself, like an eye - parallel universes existing together. The flower is elegantly vulgar, using its colors to attract reproduction as much as possible. Its scent is like a song that enchants. The bee samples one flower, then the next, perhaps returning again. It’s all so perverse, enjoyable, and poetic - a poetic orgy! Kissing someone’s eyes. Brushing the eyelid with your lips. Entangling eyelashes with someone you’ve just kissed. Kissing with open eyes. Absorbing the other’s energy by pressing foreheads together. The feeling of sonder! Watching an eye cry is intimate. Seeing someone smile with their eyes is intimate. "Intimate" is a word that expresses the depth within people - the interior of souls, a profound inner space. It is as deep and mysterious as the pupil. The pupil is intimate. Eyes are intimate.
A Big Big Bright Sun!
"A Big Big Bright Sun!" is about painting the sun, as I used to draw it as a child, but now as an adult. A sun created somewhere undefined, between infinitely big and infinitely small.
I love when grown-ups suggest to children what to paint. “Paint me a huge, very big sea with high waves and blue water!” or “a big, bright yellow sun in a blue sky!” For a moment, it’s as if they, too, become children. Children take colors and paint freely and with emotion, not overthinking but instead using boundless imagination. We adults have too many limits; our reality is full of social constraints. We humans love to "play" in this world we created with calendars, clocks, schools, work, contracts, money, passports, and many other things. Every child is born an artist without needing art school, knowledge of the art market, or imitating famous artists. Children paint what they see around them or what they imagine with their own authenticity. My suns are quite round and immersed in an infinite cosmos, where they dance forward through time and space, toward dark matter and nothingness. A harmonic chaos with unique similarities. My suns are bright and yellow, and if you don’t see them that way, maybe you haven’t opened your eyes yet!
Evergreen me!
Paintings that resemble neon lights without actually using light.
"Evergreen me" includes paintings that resemble neon lights without actually using light - thanks to the technique and color quality of fine art printing! This series addresses global warming, with eyes that observe and protect, creating their own territory.
The Walls Cry Out Too!
"The Walls Cry Out Too!" is about urban walls as forgotten art, shaped by the lives that interact with them. These photographs from my travels capture city walls with vibrant colors, bringing the outside walls into interior spaces - a ‘wall’ hanging on the wall!
Architecture and humanity always share a direct connection. This relationship, rich in emotion, gives life to an architectural creation, where energy dances within. Not only through its creator but also through the people who pass by, live near, and touch it. Walls are the vertical ground, holding traces of people on their surfaces. They are treasure troves of memories and secrets collected over the years. Walls listen, but they don’t speak - they shout! It’s interesting that the project “The Walls Cry Out Too” seems like an artwork that already exists on the city walls. Everyone passes by, influences, and changes them without noticing, and then moves on. It’s as if, when I pass by, these walls shout at me - no, they scream at me! Then I look through my camera and take a photo, capturing a document of that moment - of the day or night, the season, my mood, and the wall’s current state. Once I take the photo, it no longer screams; it just follows me silently with its gaze. The fate of this wall is bittersweet; from the wall itself, it moves to my camera, then to my computer, to the printer, and finally, it will be hung on another wall! A living wall and a dead wall! I’m unsure which wall is truly alive - the one installed on the gallery wall or the one in the city... but I do know that only a few walls scream, and some have nothing to cry out about - yet.
A-bstr-Act!
Pain is a story...
