N° 040419 Print

In this work of mine as in all the others in the same series, I used paper, both to create the background and the subjects and to support the canvas. These works are like old paper tapestries, with swellings, folds, sometimes small tears, comparable to the life of each of us. In this work we see a woman running away from a barcode forest, chased by lipsticks, fish, paper boats and above all by hearts. You run away from the uselessness of things, of futile objects, from a wounded nature, but even worse from love. Because if it is right to flee to flee from a deafening and useless market, it is wrong to flee from love although sometimes it can make you suffer, but it makes you alive.