Biography
I live inside the work, chewing, spinning, the image must be my time and over time.
Time and patience are outside in my drawings, with simple geometric features that play in the universe of the rainbow colored harmonies and visual poems.
Petals on the lawn, with architectural compositions, sculptures and finding the subject. In the simple white card, and then black as my soul.
Cy Twombly me obsessed with its minimal lines, endless lines in a spreadsheet remembered by Capogrossi, then sent to Giacometti, to the vertical.
Horses come in storms, to review De Chirico and Turner, with his stunts Calder wires that look like Bruno Munari.
For art ever to be discovered, that you never stop to understand it. G.C. Argan was nell'elissoide of Bernini, participating Eistain indefinitely.
So not knowing anything, walking paths strange and mysterious paths of art.
