Davide De Angelis

I simply search through the astonishing wonders of my mind and just document what I see in my own strange way. I laugh at the beauty and the ugliness that is projected in this mind and on this body and onto a world. I scrawl poetry, make up languages, draw what I see beyond the default life, I draw a fiction that seems real but cannot be real. I go back to nothing and wait. I am surprised at the absurdity of what transpires. No one is doing this. My work is completely empty of meaning, totally blank. It is alive yet dead, simple yet complex, mindless yet prophetic - it anticipates something - I don't know what though. Apart from this I write books exploring the intricate nature of life, I coach and teach and speak and love my daughter and my wife and wonder every day how can this be possible.