“Often the disappointment can become a pleasent form of satisfaction.”
The concept of distance fascinates me. I often think about the space that separates the work from the observer. I am interested in the kind of “timelessness” that develops with a view from far away. At times I find that I put a lot of effort into ensuring that my works depart from me, from my gesture and my time. I feel more a “discoverer” than a “creator”. I want my works to proceed obliquely from the concepts of time by belonging to time in general.
For me, work is not something that has a beginning and an end, but is a swamp in which I am immersed and that change color and shape by adapting to the environment. Write or documentation of the work is to me a part of the work itself . Another way to understand and deepen the research from another point of view, with different priorities. I’m intrigued by what may hinder the use of the work, and how , paradoxically , this can itself contain an infinite wealth. I’m interested in a voltage. A dedication. An offer to others, certainly with an idea to share, but in a way that strangely resembles a little to “sacrifice“ for a higher purpose, something bigger and not easily defined.
Lately, I describe my works as containers for finite narrative. They are like stages on which to perform but “photographed” a little too late.
Ambiguous shapes and forms of distractions, ways to preserve affections, tools of visual sabotage, and strategies of seductions.
” Art is a language that to survive, to continue to communicate and be itself; must change constantly. ”