That these paintings often resist a literal interpretation, is one of the keys to the very nature that defines them. A painting, by its obstinate reluctance to be revealed, could become in the best of cases an enigma, and if so, should lead us to transcend an everyday reality that has never been shown to us in all its complexity and scope. Moreover, the desire to have an inclusive consciousness in a diaphanous “whole”, while trying to capture this “reality” in all its untamed innocence, would surely be one of the major goals of any artist, who perhaps, by working hard and with great humility, may someday come close to approaching them.
Painting, more than ever, is in the place of the mind. But let us not forget that for the painter to indulge in all his excessiveness, in addition to reason, he needs turbulent times and outrageous intuitions, and this is perhaps one of the reasons for which I find myself unable to unravel the mechanisms necessary to find the words that surrender the canvas. Rather, it should be the painting which takes the initiative and withdraw itself, thus allowing each of us everything that at that moment we were willing to receive.In painting, forms, colours and impulses have always been repeated … very similar issues, but changing over time.
So it occurs to me that painting is not fashion, because it is not cutting edge nor does it need to be; painting is and that’s enough, it has always been there in its proper place. Hence painting is one of Man’s most instinctual “instrumental” actions, connecting most immediately reality with consciousness, where often one uses the most ontological intuition to obsessively express forms clearly related to that which sustains us, defines us and at the same time connects us, forms that hide the enigmas of our origins and which speak of realities we have long forgotten.
Humbly, I would like to offer small receptacles for meditation of different pictorial depths within the same work and try, even if only for a second, to capture a distracted look into the vastness where every day I inevitably lose myself.