colours, fossil dreams, far-off and unexplored worlds, perhaps never existed.
My pictures do not turn towards conscious mind, but towards our depth, that today seems to be confined to the borders of our existence.
Finding dream's dimension again to aim always at something that there is not.
While possession leaves us perpetually unsatisfied, we must appropriate again the gratuitous meaning of the things, the ineffability that makes fun of concepts, reasonings and useless adjuncts.
In other words we must escape a little from this world, perhaps to regain the hope of creating another one, in which we feel again the universe beating.
These pictures come from far away, places that I don't know too; looking at them with superficial eyes they are obscure, otherwise begin speaking and like to be penetrated.