What is the weight of the wrath?
How deep is the scar of a night of sleep,
of an hour of waiting?
The breath of sex remains
in the air..
the steps of anger still
long time later they arrived.
Path, signs of a daily passage, claiming
Art paraffine to obtain visibility.
The investigation of the Homo Faber
upon the body world.
The eye of a blind
upon the resplendent.
The only way to obtain a democratic and universal art, is to push on universal instinct, far beyond the codes and interpretation: Anvy, Lust, Joy, Survival.
Everybody should walk from homo objecto, to homo faber.
By putting emphasis on Dioniso, i should become the Bishop of the Change, to heal retinic rapes, perpetrated against consesual eyes.
I try to awake the instinct that help us to mutate, and for trying this, i should use the concept of responsibilty, based upon the consequencies.
My works are mixed media installation, that ask the Aion time to join, works that deny a casual vision, and pretend a real partecipation to be seen.
Like Joseph Beuys, i hope to see the changes, i'm the changes, i trust mens.