Artist Talk Magazine - issue 11

[Curriculum Vitae on My Own
Words]
There is no Reality Until You
Create One. Art is my way to
conciliate with reality. In some
cases, I can bring it closer to my
standards. And psychoanalysis too.
Both of them are hopeless. It is a
try to put an order in the hectic
world around and inside me. To
value better what had happened
and possibly what is happening, at
least a part of it. It is a lost war.
Before I can understand what had
happened in reality, or at least what
I perceive as reality, the latter flips
and turns to something else.
I am a witness, an eye witness. I
meticulously revise what it is
around me. I examine, select,
collect, put in order emotions.
Stating what is important and what
is not, what could be regarded
as beautiful or ugly, what would
be funny or sad. If I can’t change
it, I can barely transform it, good
enough in order to compromise
with it. Sometimes the attempt is
successful, sometimes it isn’t.
I am urban. I like nature, but I feel
comfortable only in the city. It
is my battlefield. Especially, the
After-hours, when everybody
sleeps so I can walk quietly in
the streets and hear the sounds.
My paints they are done for
me, but in reality, they refer to
others. It is an attempt; to speak
enough for me, but not in a verbal
way. What is entitled inside the
frame, presupposes my aesthetic
viewpoint. But what they produce
is beyond my control. I exist in
both of them. It is a miracle, when
it happens. Unfortunately, is not an
everyday experience. Or, I believe
so.
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