October 2016

The years spent at Central Saint Martins in London, where I studied Fine Arts, were charged with great excitment, curiosity, discovery, sacrifice and surprise.

It was a time of total and complete dedication to what I had always carried in my heart and that made me happy and which, instead, had been buried by layers of conditioning, most of which I was unaware of.

Before college, I had decided on a career in TV, as a producer and director, in a more “realistic” attempt to live my need to create my own visual reality.

Thinking about it today, it makes sense that the most beautiful moment was for me being in the intimacy of the editing room where I would elaborate the material shot and transform it into something that could tell a story, bits of life.

And a story is the one I still want to tell today.

Even if in a different way, the lines of ink or the sewing thread I use on the canvas tell a story, mine and many other stories, as many as the ones of those who stop by and look at it.

I learned so much in those hectic years of work and study; I learned from the great masters, Agnes Martin, Louise Bourgeois, Eva Hesse, Georgia O’Keeffe, Yaioi Kusama, Shirazeh Houshiary, who have greately influenced my work.

What I learned with time is also the courage of giving credit to our own nature, our mission, whatever it may be, one step at a time, with perseverance and determination, pushing through the many layers of conditioning accumulated, like my Bubbles do, by pushing the boundaries of the canvas where they were born.

To those who ask how long it takes me to create a work, I answer like Pollock used to: my whole life.