When I’m painting.

I have been painting from the moment I could handle pencil and paper. It’s quite commune in the family, everybody is painting, my mother does and so do my aunts. It’s probably an inheritance, I don’t know where it came from, I think it’s from behind the borders of the genealogical family line, coming from a bigger family made of trees, sky, animals and spirits. The images and forms are coming to me from far away. I give thanks to those who had been acting as channels with these potential, lovable, creative, ancestral forces, encouraging me as my mother did, helping me as the ones that exposed my paintings or the ones that has written about me and the ones that bought my paintings or would have liked to have them as a gift because they had felt a certain response.
I also give thanks to the different circumstances, situations, crossings and destiny.
I give thanks to the persons that have been obstructing my way and thus made me stronger in my passion realising that painting is truly mine and profound.
I give thanks to those that have been as a teacher to me, releasing my energy and making me discover my talented gifts. Like Adriana Zoletti did by teaching me how to use colours and like Alberto Salomone and Graziella Sarno did with the techniques of anatomy.
I give thanks to those that made me discover the huge and unlimited force of imagination, the force of the mind that is able to mould reality and the gifts of the soul.
And in the end I give thanks for everything, for being able to live and paint, for being born in a land of artists, for living in a world where the human being is an instrument with which the divine creates beauty in it’s infinite bound and last but not least for singing the happiness of existence, the wonders that are already in all elements, in all forms, all human beings and in nature in all it’s splendour.

When I’m painting my mind is free, light and extended. In some far away distance, halfway the infinite and present, forms, motives and colours are appearing to me and I bring them out in this world like it could be some magical operation of an invocation. There are universal forces that are pressing me and are willing to manifest and express themselves. With time, maybe years, I then discover that these are forces of universal symbols, that design and colour may belong to the cosmically magazine of memory and imagination which the intelligence and love of the universe already has made ready and carried out. They only have been waiting to come into our limited world for opening gateways to the infinite. A world that needs these forces to be able to dream and to live, it needs these forces more then bread for they are the nutrition of the real substance, the soul which connects us with everything, which is love and consciousness in action.

I hardly ever program what I want to paint. I’ve been practising for years, first in design, then in colour; I’ve studied and have admired arts from all over the world, of different people and different times, finding everywhere wholeness and sacredness. I’ve studied and have appreciated the fascinating opera of primitive and oriental artists, of African and native American’s, surrealistic and of Matta, Sutherland, Ernst, Mirò with their magical forms that are exploding from elsewhere absolved in the body of nature. But when I find myself in front of a white paper I always start from zero. At times I follow the fascination of an image, or that of a memory, a photo, a face, an animal or tree form or the magic of a landscape. Other times I just let it all flow throughout me, I think just the way medium in trance do or like scientists do when they have an intuition of a cosmic law. I simply sit and wait and see what will happen, just like in meditation, it could be seen as a spontaneous ritual. And thus what appears to me are the spirits, the flows, the currents, the forms and the based structures that are completely soaked with the all living nature and of all angles of the world. They are passing through my mind, my heart, my hands and they are coming down on paper. Every time it feels like a prodigious event. They are acting alone, they move me, I’m empty as a bamboo through which the wind has blown. Che vi suona.

I have the incredible sensation of giving form to the invisible and the untouchable. That what is appearing is like a birth coming into this world, it’s not anymore pure light but it’s becoming to be something delimited and definite that is only able to remember it’s infinite origin and thus is suffering; it’s like a child that is still remembering the infinite light, it is still living in the magic and is not wanting to grow but wants to remain playing forever. But then it is becoming a person, assumes it’s own character, learns to move itself throughout the world. With years that what I have done is taking it’s own way and I look at it with a new perception, it’s inspires me to new meditations and new ideas and the significations are opened up to me. In this way time is unfolding to me, which is a complete illusion but here in this life it is becoming a law towards everything is surrendering to, conscience because also birth, growth, maturity, death and rebirth are beauty and wholeness of life.

There isn’t a painting equal to an other. Only few times it happened that I have been ‘repeating’ something, these are extreme cases in which I linger to special events: the flight of the eagle, sublime orgasms or potential appearances. At times I start and finish a painting in half an hour, then it is the urgency of the spirit children to get born and to grow or that of some uncontrolled new forces. They do appear and disappear. It’s possible they come to me from far away while I’m travelling, with the body and mind. At times it takes years to finish a painting or sometimes I don’t finish them at all. It also happens that they transform completely, submerged in other images. These are more ancient, oceanic and lasting forces. I recognise them when I feel them, they talk to me with ease, slowly, in my dreams, in the suspended imagine, they do turn and turn again. Just like some ultra sensible colours which I am only able to reproduce in parts and then they turn mixed up with colours possible in this sensible existence; like some being that are always born again , they change form, they do develop, they roll and fix themselves as the years are passing then they do present themselves like they would ask me ‘how do you do’ and then they part again to some far away orbit. But I know they will return. At times it also happens that these uncontrolled spirits return after many years, than I recognise them and I ask if they are willing to appear again taking form and colour. When it’s yes their return after they have been away is to me like big fest and I call all the pieces of my soul to assist them. I let them tell all they have seen and heard, whom they have met and which love affairs, sufferings and experiences they have lived.

Animals, plants and flowers, nature, bodies and faces, coloured energy, stones, crystals, auras, metamorphism, light: everything does compose itself as in an enchanted puzzle for heaving a track of the infinite in the finite.

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