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The death of my father left a deep mark on me. Despite my age of 36 years old I had never felt so alone, lost and helpless before: my father was not alive and he could not repair anymore my mistakes and get me out of trouble, even if I never made any serious mess.
I felt as a child that inside a supermarket does not find anymore the face of his parent, melt into the crowd. It is right in those very short moments of real loneliness that he focuses his attention on people, noticing oddities and features that otherwise would pass unnoticed.
And so did I: I looked around trying to discover and analyse most things that surrounded me, including Art. I discovered I was tired of codes that could be deciphered only by few people or of big meaningless words that describe a banal yellow dot on a huge white canvas. I decided therefore to go back to the simplicity of the things, analysing their purity and inserting them in the right context.
This will be the philosophy that my new line of paintings will follow.
I apologize to those people who have not heard from me anymore for a long time and wondered what had become of me. I was just busy looking around with the eyes of a lost child.
Now I start all over again.