I live like all other people the time of globalization | September 2014
The visionary will never have a home; therefore their workshop will be a hotel room, every time in a different place in this open world. It is easier for today’s visionary, since the main characteristic of present time is this cosmopolitan movement. Those observing can understand a world that plays with all cards on the table and can extract from each place the essence of human experience. I could go even further and talk about the soul of the human culture. About how today the artist does not have nationality either. The artist who, as the philosopher, must “sacrifice their selves and rise above the triviality in which many people live their lives” – as Renan said.
For this reason, the only thing left for me to do after all this is to return to my own self, to my own condition. Loaded with what I absorb permanently from the background of the place I live in, I am looking for answers inside myself. Since I have no clear reference to reality (but only memories of feelings and signs) I generalize representations of the human body. I am therefore dealing with two existences: that of the visionary and that of the human (the character compliant to the becoming and the ephemeral). I live, like all other people, the time of globalization: in painting as well, I try to gather all the people in a single one. I put together body fragments – because only fragments may still be discovered in such a crammed world. But in essence, in each of these fragments of flesh and skin are hidden memories retained on the retina of my eyes as an observer. The result: bright frames that hide traces of bodies in a continuance of colored steam – the atmosphere that dominates my thoughts: a dance peeled from the walls – different every time. I found the bathtub as a pretext for searching for memories and a spring of my thoughts: that peace brought not by quietness, but through the fact that it is an intimate cadre that releases imagination and ties together much faster all the accumulated information. Sunk completely in the bathtub or, on the contrary, creating an opposition with it, I paint with the mind’s eyes what I lived recently. And this way, my canvases become a journal that is more honest that what I could write, since through me people and space may be glimpsed, the jostle of the world running towards peace is seen. They are all in my eyes.