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.