I like stories, those which talk of life, dreams, emotions, hopes, all that characterizes the human being.
A story is a common thread between the speaker and the listener... In a book, this thread crosses space and time...
I like to think that artworks are the threads that join the sensitivity of different people and that, just as a voice that makes use of a different language, they tell stories by connecting different spirits, maybe distant yet also near in that moment when an artwork provokes an emotion, a memory, a thought....
Maybe this is why I like to tell stories (or to tell my story)... ... perhaps it is no coincidence that my exhibitions, after all, are the stories of which each artwork is a chapter.
... perhaps it is no coincidence that books are for me small magical items which capable of holding the deepest human essence, able to travel through time, able to conquer death... Maybe that is why I love to devote myself to the creation of Artists books...
... also my performances, my direct contact with the public, are in the end nothing more than a moment of deep sharing of feelings and experiences. Words are not needed, the diversity of language does not matter because, in any case, energy flows... and connects. Life often presents us with the fact that, basically, we are alone in the world that we have built around ourselves... but, perhaps, not so much...