Collections

Celebrating the Countries inspiring me and my work.
A collection of living flags from the Countries lovingly hosting me during my artistic journey.

I paint Flowers so they will live forever.
I paint flowers as I would paint Mandalas, sacred pieces for meditation. I get lost in a web of branches, leaves and petals. The stems become pathways of a labyrinth that takes me inside myself. When I portray on canvas flowers in search of light, I paint my own unremitting QUEST for beauty and life. I watch the movement of the flowers dancing, looking for the light. I love painting flowers. I believe they are a concrete symbol of angelic energies.

I try to paint the ecstatic prayer of the whirling Dervishes. I myself pray. Maybe a prayer can become a painting. Maybe a painting can become a prayer. The Dervish is a visible channel for the energy from above. The light through the right palm flashes through the body and through the left palm into the Earth. The Dervish embraces God. My Dervishes have to give me the feeling of the unexplained, of the untouched. I want to capture THAT very moment… when only the whirl exists in a movement of  ‘danceless’ dance.

I seek to unveil the faces of the Angels, to see the color of the air around them while emerging from whirls of wind and light. I write on the paintings messages of blessing and inspiration. JOY ABUNDANCE LOVE TRANSFORMATION EXCELLENCE GUIDANCE INSPIRATION GRACE PROTECTION RADIANCE BLISS HEALTH BLESSINGS PEACE.

"You have to create paintings in perpetual motion" he tells me. "Your canvasses have to vibrate like a wall of ivy waving in the wind" Eugenio insists squeezing my hands. Yes. The movement of the precious red fishes. I try to capture on canvas the magical patterns of their endless swim. The Red Fishes keep creating mysterious hypnotizing pathways for Prosperity to come and bless us. I feed my precious creatures with Gold: small leaves coming from the Buddhist Temples in Bangkok.

There are journeys from where I bring back images of people , places, flowers, rivers.They become paintings. There are journeys from where I bring back emotions. They become paintings too. The colors, the humidity, the green musk on the wall, the "good luck" window, the ceramic girls in the temple of fertility in Saigon, the turtle in the constellation painted on a ceiling, the magic of the temple on the other side od the Mekong River, the mistery of the layers of red lacquer on old colums, the spyrals of thick incense in front of a brick wall... I want to transfer on canvas the emotions i get. This is my Invisible Journey.

My eyes are never tired of looking. Bowing in front of a smiling Buddha, looking at a young Madonna or sitting in front of a beautiful view, I feel that I have to make this moment "immortal". I have to paint it. The beauty of a bowl of lemons, the fabulous colors of an Italian landscape and the mystery of a large butterfly that i had the privilege to see or imagine, will be shared with whoever will be looking at my paintings. The American Flag will wave and shine in the golden wind forever. Art is not about expression of a talent. Art is arresting life and make it available for contemplation.