It takes a few minutes for the sun to set from its first to its last contact with the skyline. Gazing at a burning sun slipping away behind the horizon line, who do you leave your thoughts to?
The horizon is a recurrent element in my paintings. It shapes a universal pretext, or a metaphorical concept if you like, which veichle my thoughts to raise questions about 'existence'. In this quest to explore “the mystery of the beyond”, I attempt to go beyond the search: I take mystical perspective and mix different mediums to obtain shades and shapes in a creative process soaked in sacrality.
In this quest for truth, my paintings reflect my roots: the sultry heat of the Finibus Terrae, Southern Italy, and its contrasts. By recalling my memories, I capture their evanescence to crystallize them in a canvas for eternity.
Untitled (Gold) (2020), Rübef. Acrylic on linen canvas, 90x65 cm.