As a child I enchanted myself in front of the paintings hanging on the walls, I got lost observing them, for me they were new worlds to explore, inviting thresholds to cross with my imagination. Growing up I experimented with different techniques, but the faithful representation of reality, however perfect, did not satisfy my curiosity to discover what lies beyond the image. This before discovering Dalì and Surrealism which gave me new stimuli.
My imagination takes shape in the 80s, staying for long periods first in London, then in Berlin and in Amsterdam and finally takes shape in San Francisco where I lived for a year with artists and students of the Academy of Art. Francisco was an inexhaustible source of energy and inspiration, a creative cosmopolitan laboratory where different artistic expressions were experimented and merged, giving life to an important artistic / cultural avant-garde movement. I was struck by sharp contrasts in Berlin. Wall that freed consciences, Berlin was an absurd idea .. on this side a kaleidoscopic world of music, lights, colors and life, on there nothing was perceived .. the void as a negation of existence, a disturbing nihilistic space to be to escape.
In search of an artistic expression that was all my own, I began to tamper with old objects a few years ago. One evening I remembered the broken computers that I kept in the cellar and I disassembled them .. a universe of multicolored electronic components with a thousand reflections opened up for me. I thought that I could not throw them away, indeed, if I had managed to create something admirable with objects ‘doomed to destruction’, however, distorting their components and making them protagonists for shapes and colors instead of for original functions and purposes, I would have given them a new life.
I am ‘captured’ by old and obsolete objects, abandoned tools or implements, forged and made unique by time. I am irresistibly attracted to them, I lose myself in observing their scratches, dents and rust, I listen to their stories. They tell me about careful and jealous hands that caressed and kept them, before being thrown away or forgotten. who owned them and intrigues me mentally retrace their history.A fundamental aspect in the genesis of my works is the total absence of welds, every single object or component is assembled only with screws, bolts or threaded bars. meticulous assembly work, but drilling, filing and screwing allows me a skin contact and a more intimate dialogue with the work, to feel it more and more alive during its evolution.
Being self-taught, therefore having no academic influence, I undertake the creative process free from preconceived ‘doctrines’.
I explore and experiment with new forms and techniques following my instinct and my imagination; everything revolves around a constant search for harmony and proportions.
Today, for me, creating has become a mania, almost a physiological necessity and a magical alchemy, I let myself be transported into a sort of creative trance in which I find my nature.
I only use objects and scraps that have reached the end of their life cycle, everything that man produces disposable.
I recover the material for workshops, laboratories, everywhere because waste is everywhere.
More and more often people offer me their objects full of affection and memories. parents, a mother brought me the computer of the beloved son she lost .. they deliver them to me with the care and attention that is not suitable for waste, because such are not, but small treasures of inestimable value, oracles full of breakthroughs of life of others who stop being ‘fetishes’ to return to be admired and appreciated in a new form.I thank them, take them over, take them apart, observe them, investigate their history and restore their dignity by transforming them into art and reinvigorating their memory and the affections .. remains for me the challenge, the satisfaction and the greatest reward.