Almagesto delle neanidi - B1 Drawing

I'm a poliedric and an out-of-the-box artist, I'm absolutely not a classical painter despite my titles. I see my works more like experiments, virtuosisms near to masturbations and I love doing them as well as doing research and connections. I have a particular inclination and fascinations for organic-figurative imaginary, naked from artificial objects, bare wickedness of the beauty of life and her mechanisms. My world is made of flesh, especially of course the one that endlessly try to imitate the female body like the one of my real muse..And as every man knows the madness of this chasing desire rely in the impossibility to exceed the perfection of a woman. My interests are very spreaded as are my ways to doing art (except for the constant of drawing) and they go from human anatomy, theology, medicine, symbolism, horror to erotic. I love to fall in a perpetual dance of the uncanny (nor beauty of sex or death, but always in the instability in the middle) so I love artist like Hans Bellmer, Artaud and Bataille and the hands that overcame the boundaries of immagination like the ones of Hieronymus Bosch and Gordon Matta-Clark, but I hate to take references as "insiprations". Every God has to fall. I love the art that have the spine to shine from its own light, not reflected light, and for the same reason I love to make fun of the clean forks of this superficial but anal society as well as art itself when is nothing more than attitude and fake, coward, "arrogance". We have to be sincerly arrogants, we have to exasperate, to go against everything and to spouse everything at the same time in an eternal coitus.. we have to make a new step in the art and in the world because we all have now and here a special place to view the end of the humanity for what was until now. We are in the first row .. And the end it's not a terrible thing, maybe, that's just.. our air, made by the broken stars we breath, and it's our time to make the big turning of the last page, and to make it spectacular as it can get. This is the climax of history, and we are her last colored blossoms, our works are the flowers of the apocalypse.