I love to work with different materials and with different techniques: oil, watercolors, ceramics, building small conceptual installations.
My personal life has been, so far, my only inspiration for my Art: my struggle to fully accept my own homosexuality, my deep connection with my beloved deceased mother, my facing my own physical mortality, my unique relationship with death and my immense Love for Sicily.
My work is connected to my Sicilian origins, from the sculptural and the figuration that sink their origins in ancien Greece. Refracted faces of heads and busts, partial silhouttes of bodies appear on the surface: limbs, necks, heads of solitary beings or who try to interact with each other by encamping portions of space. "Human remains" caught when the decay appears, broken due to the passing and becoming of time that permeates all incessantly. Silent and majestic they tell us of ancient history and vital present in which it manifests itself. Every broken body, every disarticulated limb is a sign of a bond that can never be completely understood, whether it concerns beings in their intimate or social interaction. What is broken is sometimes defined by clear and minimal contours that stand out on the monochrome surfaces: intact, intentionally essential and perfectly stable. The elements of nature are evoked: branches like furrows and cerebellar turns, surfacing of artifacts from a totally blue surface, still an insular call due to the sea but also to the power of the unconscious and the unknown that surprises or dominates us. Hence the choice of blue, the color of introspection and at the same time an active seed of probable rebirth.
The past few years my attention has been focused on the difficult pandemic time that we are living in. In Italy the lockdown was really severe. We couldn’t see no one except the beloved one with whom we lived together. During this pandemic another sense has been mutilated: the touch. So, in my canvas, colored shadows appear next to the visible people which have closed eyes or sun glasses. We can not see or touch each other but we can still communicate in another and different way: the heart way.
Now I’ve begun to paint halos behind the heads of the figures that populate my canvases. This is another reference to the pandemic. We believed we were invincible on nature. The human being has reached so many incredible achievements. Now, a small and invisible virus has stopped us. We are like fallen gods who are awakening in a new world.
In my creative work, the metaphorical force is subliminal. Happiness is an aspiration that beauty promises but no one can guarantee. Through art I try to reconstruct the pact between need and desire, limit and possibility.