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The Tropics
360x150cm
Natural dyes, acrylics, oil sticks, inks, pastels and graphite on raw cotton canvas
This very large piece emerged from a series of days and months working in an abandoned factory writing, painting and drawing listening to a sister composition by the composer Mathilde Marsal’s concerto on loop (track to be released). The music and the work were composed in tandem, inhabiting the same silence, the same space and time. The painting holds countless iterations, a painting made from addition, subtraction, pushing and pulling, spontaneity and constraint. This painting holds the energy, the anticipation, the highs and lows of the tropics, the sounds of the land and the waters, the non-human lives that never live in silence.
Natural dyes, acrylics, oil sticks, inks, pastels and graphite on raw cotton canvas
This very large piece emerged from a series of days and months working in an abandoned factory writing, painting and drawing listening to a sister composition by the composer Mathilde Marsal’s concerto on loop (track to be released). The music and the work were composed in tandem, inhabiting the same silence, the same space and time. The painting holds countless iterations, a painting made from addition, subtraction, pushing and pulling, spontaneity and constraint. This painting holds the energy, the anticipation, the highs and lows of the tropics, the sounds of the land and the waters, the non-human lives that never live in silence.
Autumn in Rome
100x70cm
Acrylics, salvaged liturgical fabrics, paper and pastels on cotton cloth
Autumn in Rome’ is a collaged painting inspired by my walks at the city in the last few days. Incorporating salvaged sacrament cloths, liturgical textiles and paper, this piece recalls the extravagant details, from the tapestries to the altarpieces, from Bernini to Caravaggio, in a place which operates in an operatic manner, in life, in art and in stone.
Acrylics, salvaged liturgical fabrics, paper and pastels on cotton cloth
Autumn in Rome’ is a collaged painting inspired by my walks at the city in the last few days. Incorporating salvaged sacrament cloths, liturgical textiles and paper, this piece recalls the extravagant details, from the tapestries to the altarpieces, from Bernini to Caravaggio, in a place which operates in an operatic manner, in life, in art and in stone.
Everything that moves is sacred
130x80cm
Acrylics, spray paint, pastels and graphite on raw cotton canvas
According to native Brazilian cosmologies, time and space are inseparable and embodied by the landscape. This ethos positions pretty much everything in the moving universe as a resonant field which is never silent, layered with sound multiplicities that range from the most subtle to the most dense, perceptible only when one enters into stillness. This acoustic ecology is looked at from method and metaphor prospectives, challenging extractive logics that divide humans from nature and reduce the Earth to resource rather than force. By amplifying the more-than-human as a participant in dialogue, the work proposes a counter-archive of justice, listening and resilience - and sacredness.
Acrylics, spray paint, pastels and graphite on raw cotton canvas
According to native Brazilian cosmologies, time and space are inseparable and embodied by the landscape. This ethos positions pretty much everything in the moving universe as a resonant field which is never silent, layered with sound multiplicities that range from the most subtle to the most dense, perceptible only when one enters into stillness. This acoustic ecology is looked at from method and metaphor prospectives, challenging extractive logics that divide humans from nature and reduce the Earth to resource rather than force. By amplifying the more-than-human as a participant in dialogue, the work proposes a counter-archive of justice, listening and resilience - and sacredness.
The Breath of the Island
25x38cm
Acrylics and pastels on reclaimed wood panel
Part of the ongoing series Iconographies of Land and Fire, The Breath of the Island is a piece born from the remains of a wooden fishing boat here in Lipari Island, Sicily. The tortuous labyrinths of the old city centre remind me that, in medieval times, painting on wood was part of a sacred continuum linking a painter’s work to centuries of devotional image-making, representing permanence and sanctity in the practice of icon painters. From the divine to the elemental, from an object of worship to a meditation on survival, labour and the enduring dialogue between matter and spirit, I now look at the the sacredness of land and waters, and how reliable they are. Here in Sicily the fresh fish, the plants, the flowers, the fruit and the hearty vegetables are just flamboyant, coming out of this incredibly rich sea and soil. The geography itself is quite unusual: islands popping out of the water, like lands of dormant lava. I wonder if the violence of the formation of the land that leads to such fertility is an ancient pact between fire and abundance.
Alexandre Dumas in 1835 wrote of the people of these islands that they ‘live between the volcano and the sea, and take from each its character: from the one its fire, from the other its calm.’ - not sure if calm is the right word, but surely a faith in what the waters and the land will provide and resignation in acceptance of its impact in everyday life is real.
Acrylics and pastels on reclaimed wood panel
Part of the ongoing series Iconographies of Land and Fire, The Breath of the Island is a piece born from the remains of a wooden fishing boat here in Lipari Island, Sicily. The tortuous labyrinths of the old city centre remind me that, in medieval times, painting on wood was part of a sacred continuum linking a painter’s work to centuries of devotional image-making, representing permanence and sanctity in the practice of icon painters. From the divine to the elemental, from an object of worship to a meditation on survival, labour and the enduring dialogue between matter and spirit, I now look at the the sacredness of land and waters, and how reliable they are. Here in Sicily the fresh fish, the plants, the flowers, the fruit and the hearty vegetables are just flamboyant, coming out of this incredibly rich sea and soil. The geography itself is quite unusual: islands popping out of the water, like lands of dormant lava. I wonder if the violence of the formation of the land that leads to such fertility is an ancient pact between fire and abundance.
Alexandre Dumas in 1835 wrote of the people of these islands that they ‘live between the volcano and the sea, and take from each its character: from the one its fire, from the other its calm.’ - not sure if calm is the right word, but surely a faith in what the waters and the land will provide and resignation in acceptance of its impact in everyday life is real.
It's a rainy, hot day in Sicily #01
75x75cm
Acrylics, salvaged liturgical fabrics, canvas cloth, card, oil sticks, willow charcoal, pastels and graphite on Belgium linen
Acrylics, salvaged liturgical fabrics, canvas cloth, card, oil sticks, willow charcoal, pastels and graphite on Belgium linen
A Samba for Rio
178x140cm
Diptych
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and pencils on reclaimed cotton fabric
This one goes for my favourite city, this place of colours, curves and contradictions. Italo Calvino in Invisible Cities said ‘The city is a mosaic of impossibilities that somehow hold together.’ It’s the forests pressed against dense urban sprawl, the easy smiles despite of the deep inequities, the colours of the fruit at the juice bars, and of course, the flamboyance of Carnival. My memories are layered and unreliable, filtered through distance, imagination and desire. This work grows from those recollections, from the vivid flora and fauna that inhabit both memory and myth, forming a landscape of belonging, both personal and poetic.
Diptych
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and pencils on reclaimed cotton fabric
This one goes for my favourite city, this place of colours, curves and contradictions. Italo Calvino in Invisible Cities said ‘The city is a mosaic of impossibilities that somehow hold together.’ It’s the forests pressed against dense urban sprawl, the easy smiles despite of the deep inequities, the colours of the fruit at the juice bars, and of course, the flamboyance of Carnival. My memories are layered and unreliable, filtered through distance, imagination and desire. This work grows from those recollections, from the vivid flora and fauna that inhabit both memory and myth, forming a landscape of belonging, both personal and poetic.
Study for Tapestry
140x160cm
Acrylics and pastels on salvaged cotton curtains
Acrylics and pastels on salvaged cotton curtains
Iconographies of land and fire panel 02
140x90cm
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and watercolour pencils on raw cotton canvas
I am fascinated by the extremes of the Mediterranean, the volcanic-formed geographies which through fire and movement, violence and change, ironically provide so much life to these land and waters. Here at the Aeolian Islands in Sicily the fresh fish, the plants, the flowers, the fruit and the hearty vegetables are just flamboyant, coming out of this incredibly rich sea and soil. The geography itself is quite unusual: islands popping out of the water, like lands of dormant lava. I wonder if the violence of the formation of the land that leads to such fertility is an ancient pact between fire and abundance.
Alexandre Dumas in 1835 wrote of the people of these islands that they ‘live between the volcano and the sea, and take from each its character: from the one its fire, from the other its calm.’ - not sure if calm is the right word, but surely a faith in what the waters and the land will provide and resignation in acceptance of its impact in everyday life is real.
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and watercolour pencils on raw cotton canvas
I am fascinated by the extremes of the Mediterranean, the volcanic-formed geographies which through fire and movement, violence and change, ironically provide so much life to these land and waters. Here at the Aeolian Islands in Sicily the fresh fish, the plants, the flowers, the fruit and the hearty vegetables are just flamboyant, coming out of this incredibly rich sea and soil. The geography itself is quite unusual: islands popping out of the water, like lands of dormant lava. I wonder if the violence of the formation of the land that leads to such fertility is an ancient pact between fire and abundance.
Alexandre Dumas in 1835 wrote of the people of these islands that they ‘live between the volcano and the sea, and take from each its character: from the one its fire, from the other its calm.’ - not sure if calm is the right word, but surely a faith in what the waters and the land will provide and resignation in acceptance of its impact in everyday life is real.
Escursione alle Aeolie (Excursion to the Aeolian Islands)
40x60cm
Reclaimed materials (timber door, textiles), acrylics, pastels and collage
Part of the ongoing series Iconographies of Land and Fire, this piece is inspired by Alexandre Dumas’ 1835 book, in which he, like I am doing now, discovers the beautiful and the ugly of the islands here where I live in Sicily. A continuation of recent site interventions with teh artist Fiona Morrison here in Lipari, this piece brings elements from the abandoned factory we worked on last week, positioning itself between painting and sculpture, bringing forward the presence of the transitional physical space that inspired it, but above all the liminal space I inhabit as an artist. As Dumas writes, “There is nothing more astonishing than a person striving to live among volcanoes and glowing stones, laughing at their own labours and defying nature with creativity and courage,” a reflection that resonates in the work’s engagement with the resilience of these people, whose lives and labour have shaped the character and enduring fame of this extraordinary place.
Reclaimed materials (timber door, textiles), acrylics, pastels and collage
Part of the ongoing series Iconographies of Land and Fire, this piece is inspired by Alexandre Dumas’ 1835 book, in which he, like I am doing now, discovers the beautiful and the ugly of the islands here where I live in Sicily. A continuation of recent site interventions with teh artist Fiona Morrison here in Lipari, this piece brings elements from the abandoned factory we worked on last week, positioning itself between painting and sculpture, bringing forward the presence of the transitional physical space that inspired it, but above all the liminal space I inhabit as an artist. As Dumas writes, “There is nothing more astonishing than a person striving to live among volcanoes and glowing stones, laughing at their own labours and defying nature with creativity and courage,” a reflection that resonates in the work’s engagement with the resilience of these people, whose lives and labour have shaped the character and enduring fame of this extraordinary place.
FLORAFLORAFLORA
150X150cm
Acrylics, collage, oil sticks, pastels and pencils on raw cotton canvas
FLORAFLORAFLORA
This work explores music manuscripts, poetry and collage, using assemblage and everyday materials to unsettle the boundaries of the painting medium. Fragments of an earlier canvas are torn apart and reconfigured with notebooks, cardboard and tape salvaged from a derelict factory in Sicily. The surface welcomes discarded matter, rearticulated into a new order.
The composition reflects conditions of detachment, alienation and distant devotion to the presence of the non-human lives. Its fractured structure echoes a wider estrangement from the environment, exposing the fragility of our place within ecological and cultural systems. At the same time, the act of collecting and cataloguing fragments recalls a colonial drive to classify, catalogue and possess the flora, exploring the idea of cultural and environmental appropriation typical of extractive systems of thought, which are as historical as they are contemporary.
Language and textual traces appear as interruptions rather than explanations, operating as material fragments that blur the line between image and inscription. Through tearing, recomposing, and binding, the work confronts processes of disintegration and reassembly, situating itself within an ongoing body of work that explores radical decolonization, rewriting history and the poetic, non-utilitarian view of flora.
Special thanks to the composer Mathilde Marsal - our chat about writing music, translating the non-material to material in scores and manuscripts was a big inspiration for me in this piece
Acrylics, collage, oil sticks, pastels and pencils on raw cotton canvas
FLORAFLORAFLORA
This work explores music manuscripts, poetry and collage, using assemblage and everyday materials to unsettle the boundaries of the painting medium. Fragments of an earlier canvas are torn apart and reconfigured with notebooks, cardboard and tape salvaged from a derelict factory in Sicily. The surface welcomes discarded matter, rearticulated into a new order.
The composition reflects conditions of detachment, alienation and distant devotion to the presence of the non-human lives. Its fractured structure echoes a wider estrangement from the environment, exposing the fragility of our place within ecological and cultural systems. At the same time, the act of collecting and cataloguing fragments recalls a colonial drive to classify, catalogue and possess the flora, exploring the idea of cultural and environmental appropriation typical of extractive systems of thought, which are as historical as they are contemporary.
Language and textual traces appear as interruptions rather than explanations, operating as material fragments that blur the line between image and inscription. Through tearing, recomposing, and binding, the work confronts processes of disintegration and reassembly, situating itself within an ongoing body of work that explores radical decolonization, rewriting history and the poetic, non-utilitarian view of flora.
Special thanks to the composer Mathilde Marsal - our chat about writing music, translating the non-material to material in scores and manuscripts was a big inspiration for me in this piece
FAUNA!
150x150cm
Collage, press print, acrylics, oil sticks, tape, spray paint, pastels and graphite on raw cotton canvas
FAUNA, AGUA is a large-scale collaged painting, part of an ongoing body of work investigating the extractive character of colonialism and the persistence of its structures within contemporary institutions. Collage is employed extensively to incorporate the mundane and quotidian material evidence of a consumer culture, positioning these fragments at the intersection of lived experience and broader historical critique of what is considered ‘eco’ or ‘sustainable’. Often obliquely diaristic, the collected elements lend specificity to an otherwise abstract composition, activating planar spaces and joining gestures with tangible immediacy, graffiti-like marks also pointing to the presence of the urban realm in my work. Within this framework, the non-human emerges as both subject and witness, whilst the painting is also offering ideas about ‘found’ versus ‘made’, ‘unique’ versus ‘replication’, the art object as an icon, packaged, and the place of urbanity—most specifically urban signs—in a multilayered study of the significance of the dismissed, the average, the usual.
Collage, press print, acrylics, oil sticks, tape, spray paint, pastels and graphite on raw cotton canvas
FAUNA, AGUA is a large-scale collaged painting, part of an ongoing body of work investigating the extractive character of colonialism and the persistence of its structures within contemporary institutions. Collage is employed extensively to incorporate the mundane and quotidian material evidence of a consumer culture, positioning these fragments at the intersection of lived experience and broader historical critique of what is considered ‘eco’ or ‘sustainable’. Often obliquely diaristic, the collected elements lend specificity to an otherwise abstract composition, activating planar spaces and joining gestures with tangible immediacy, graffiti-like marks also pointing to the presence of the urban realm in my work. Within this framework, the non-human emerges as both subject and witness, whilst the painting is also offering ideas about ‘found’ versus ‘made’, ‘unique’ versus ‘replication’, the art object as an icon, packaged, and the place of urbanity—most specifically urban signs—in a multilayered study of the significance of the dismissed, the average, the usual.
Notes on time and space
65x85cm
Acrylics, inks, oils, oil sticks, collage, charcoal, pencils on raw cotton canvas
The work is a study of silence, pursued and measured. Silence in the literal sense - the absence of sound - is fleeting and relative in nature, yet within the painting it becomes tangible in short breaths: fragments of collage, moved from one place to another, act as cut-outs of silence. A red line traces across the surface, evoking the instruments used to measure silence, a physical trace of attention. I attempt to see time and space as a single dimension, as in pre-Columbian indigenous understanding, overlapping and inseparable, like time marked in layered landscapes.
Acrylics, inks, oils, oil sticks, collage, charcoal, pencils on raw cotton canvas
The work is a study of silence, pursued and measured. Silence in the literal sense - the absence of sound - is fleeting and relative in nature, yet within the painting it becomes tangible in short breaths: fragments of collage, moved from one place to another, act as cut-outs of silence. A red line traces across the surface, evoking the instruments used to measure silence, a physical trace of attention. I attempt to see time and space as a single dimension, as in pre-Columbian indigenous understanding, overlapping and inseparable, like time marked in layered landscapes.
Step softly on the earth (an ode to the low tech sciences)
152x210cm
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and pencils on raw cotton canvas
Inhabiting the boundary between abstraction and figurative, this piece maps a contorted, flamboyant, memorial yet imaginary realm. ‘Step softly on the earth’ is an indigenous saying, meaning move in the world mindful of being an integrant of the whole. As an architect and painter - used to make functional realms that last - I am fascinated by the indigenous idea that there is no material heritage, there is only impermanence, placing construction and deconstruction as natural processes of nature and life itself. Created in Sicily, the work is shaped by the rhythms of water, land and seasonal abundance, in its bright colours and textures. I wanted to paint a canvas that is very tall and wide enough so the viewer gets involved in it completely, a very tall window to a landscape. The scale gives it a presence, while its many layered details invite close, intimate viewing.
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and pencils on raw cotton canvas
Inhabiting the boundary between abstraction and figurative, this piece maps a contorted, flamboyant, memorial yet imaginary realm. ‘Step softly on the earth’ is an indigenous saying, meaning move in the world mindful of being an integrant of the whole. As an architect and painter - used to make functional realms that last - I am fascinated by the indigenous idea that there is no material heritage, there is only impermanence, placing construction and deconstruction as natural processes of nature and life itself. Created in Sicily, the work is shaped by the rhythms of water, land and seasonal abundance, in its bright colours and textures. I wanted to paint a canvas that is very tall and wide enough so the viewer gets involved in it completely, a very tall window to a landscape. The scale gives it a presence, while its many layered details invite close, intimate viewing.
There is no silence in the forest
160x200cm
Natural dyes, oils, enamel paint, acrylic, oil sticks, pastels and pencils on raw cotton canvas
There is No Silence in the Forest explores native Brazilian cosmologies, where time and space are inseparable and embodied by the landscape.
The work positions the forest as a resonant field which is never silent, layered with sound multiplicities that range from the most subtle to the most dense, perceptible only when one enters into stillness. This acoustic ecology is looked at from method and metaphor prospectives, challenging extractive logics that divide humans from nature and reduce the Earth to resource rather than force. By amplifying the more-than-human as a participant in dialogue, the work proposes a counter-archive of justice, listening and resilience.
Natural dyes, oils, enamel paint, acrylic, oil sticks, pastels and pencils on raw cotton canvas
There is No Silence in the Forest explores native Brazilian cosmologies, where time and space are inseparable and embodied by the landscape.
The work positions the forest as a resonant field which is never silent, layered with sound multiplicities that range from the most subtle to the most dense, perceptible only when one enters into stillness. This acoustic ecology is looked at from method and metaphor prospectives, challenging extractive logics that divide humans from nature and reduce the Earth to resource rather than force. By amplifying the more-than-human as a participant in dialogue, the work proposes a counter-archive of justice, listening and resilience.
The most perfumed bouquet for my mothers - Panel 1
Diptych, panels of 118x155cm
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and pencils of raw cotton canvas
We all have a debt. Historically, women have been weapons of war, at home or in the public arena of the civil conflicts. This bouquet is for you, woman, chained to a war you haven’t chosen, to a colour you sometimes wished you could take off your skin, to religion you cannot hide from your clothes, from the traces of your face, from the words of your language. The heavy hand falls with violence on your face, on your body, it chains you to modesty and to foreign rules of migration to places you never liked but mean survival. This is the most perfumed bouquet I could find, it carries the weight of our collective debt to you, it is light and perhaps for a few seconds when you breath it in, you might remember old moments of your place, where you came from and now it lives right inside your brain only - because this place no longer exists, it is long gone. So breathe that scent in, stay for a little while, take a rest into the soft perfumed memories of the past and sleep, dream of a better day, when freedom is no longer a remote place, but a permanent presence in every and until the last breath of you.
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and pencils of raw cotton canvas
We all have a debt. Historically, women have been weapons of war, at home or in the public arena of the civil conflicts. This bouquet is for you, woman, chained to a war you haven’t chosen, to a colour you sometimes wished you could take off your skin, to religion you cannot hide from your clothes, from the traces of your face, from the words of your language. The heavy hand falls with violence on your face, on your body, it chains you to modesty and to foreign rules of migration to places you never liked but mean survival. This is the most perfumed bouquet I could find, it carries the weight of our collective debt to you, it is light and perhaps for a few seconds when you breath it in, you might remember old moments of your place, where you came from and now it lives right inside your brain only - because this place no longer exists, it is long gone. So breathe that scent in, stay for a little while, take a rest into the soft perfumed memories of the past and sleep, dream of a better day, when freedom is no longer a remote place, but a permanent presence in every and until the last breath of you.
The most perfumed bouquet for my mothers - Panel 2
Diptych, panels of 118x155cm
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and pencils of raw cotton canvas
We all have a debt. Historically, women have been weapons of war, at home or in the public arena of the civil conflicts. This bouquet is for you, woman, chained to a war you haven’t chosen, to a colour you sometimes wished you could take off your skin, to religion you cannot hide from your clothes, from the traces of your face, from the words of your language. The heavy hand falls with violence on your face, on your body, it chains you to modesty and to foreign rules of migration to places you never liked but mean survival. This is the most perfumed bouquet I could find, it carries the weight of our collective debt to you, it is light and perhaps for a few seconds when you breath it in, you might remember old moments of your place, where you came from and now it lives right inside your brain only - because this place no longer exists, it is long gone. So breathe that scent in, stay for a little while, take a rest into the soft perfumed memories of the past and sleep, dream of a better day, when freedom is no longer a remote place, but a permanent presence in every and until the last breath of you.
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and pencils of raw cotton canvas
We all have a debt. Historically, women have been weapons of war, at home or in the public arena of the civil conflicts. This bouquet is for you, woman, chained to a war you haven’t chosen, to a colour you sometimes wished you could take off your skin, to religion you cannot hide from your clothes, from the traces of your face, from the words of your language. The heavy hand falls with violence on your face, on your body, it chains you to modesty and to foreign rules of migration to places you never liked but mean survival. This is the most perfumed bouquet I could find, it carries the weight of our collective debt to you, it is light and perhaps for a few seconds when you breath it in, you might remember old moments of your place, where you came from and now it lives right inside your brain only - because this place no longer exists, it is long gone. So breathe that scent in, stay for a little while, take a rest into the soft perfumed memories of the past and sleep, dream of a better day, when freedom is no longer a remote place, but a permanent presence in every and until the last breath of you.
Iconographies of land and fire panel 01
140x90cm
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and watercolour pencils on raw cotton canvas
I am fascinated by the extremes of the Mediterranean, the volcanic-formed geographies which through fire and movement, violence and change, ironically provide so much life to these land and waters. Here at the Aeolian Islands in Sicily the fresh fish, the plants, the flowers, the fruit and the hearty vegetables are just flamboyant, coming out of this incredibly rich sea and soil. The geography itself is quite unusual: islands popping out of the water, like lands of dormant lava. I wonder if the violence of the formation of the land that leads to such fertility is an ancient pact between fire and abundance.
Alexandre Dumas in 1835 wrote of the people of these islands that they ‘live between the volcano and the sea, and take from each its character: from the one its fire, from the other its calm.’ - not sure if calm is the right word, but surely a faith in what the waters and the land will provide and resignation in acceptance of its impact in everyday life is real.
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and watercolour pencils on raw cotton canvas
I am fascinated by the extremes of the Mediterranean, the volcanic-formed geographies which through fire and movement, violence and change, ironically provide so much life to these land and waters. Here at the Aeolian Islands in Sicily the fresh fish, the plants, the flowers, the fruit and the hearty vegetables are just flamboyant, coming out of this incredibly rich sea and soil. The geography itself is quite unusual: islands popping out of the water, like lands of dormant lava. I wonder if the violence of the formation of the land that leads to such fertility is an ancient pact between fire and abundance.
Alexandre Dumas in 1835 wrote of the people of these islands that they ‘live between the volcano and the sea, and take from each its character: from the one its fire, from the other its calm.’ - not sure if calm is the right word, but surely a faith in what the waters and the land will provide and resignation in acceptance of its impact in everyday life is real.
And so many flowers fell from the sky
120x120 cm
Collage, acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and pencils on raw cotton canvas
And so many flowers fell from the sky’ is a piece of cognitive archeology. In this work, I continue to explore a deeper ancestral connection to land and the forgotten stories that once shaped our relationship with it. This relationship, now fractured, carries a legacy of violence and the painting bears that trace in the gestures of its making. It has undergone cycles of construction, erasure, and reconfiguration, revealing tensions between rupture and repair. At times, the surface gives way to absences, spaces without narrative, of reflection, spaces where memory is reimagined, mourned and dreamed upon.
Collage, acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and pencils on raw cotton canvas
And so many flowers fell from the sky’ is a piece of cognitive archeology. In this work, I continue to explore a deeper ancestral connection to land and the forgotten stories that once shaped our relationship with it. This relationship, now fractured, carries a legacy of violence and the painting bears that trace in the gestures of its making. It has undergone cycles of construction, erasure, and reconfiguration, revealing tensions between rupture and repair. At times, the surface gives way to absences, spaces without narrative, of reflection, spaces where memory is reimagined, mourned and dreamed upon.
On Courage
110x125cm Acrylics, oil sticks and pastels on raw cotton canvas
‘On Courage’ is part of a wider body of work exploring regenerative processes across human and non-human lives. I contemplate how time is inscribed in the layered growth of biomaterials and how memory lingers in the scars of terrain and built fabric. Courage, both individual and collective, is shaped as much by social rituals, shared histories, and inherited knowledge as by ecological survival. This piece is a consequential exploration of persistence through material and gesture. Pigment, colour and marks bear traces of rupture, erasure and repair. Layers are applied, removed, and reworked, courageous in fragile conditions. I look at landscapes around me: Here in Sicily, wild Etna Volcano shows its mythical force in time and space, revealing how violent, yet lyrical, are the constant movements for survival of the land and its biological forces. Botanical forms act as evidence of endurance under pressure, responding to histories of extraction and violence. The canvas therefore holds collapse and regeneration in tandem, making visible the labor of attention, adaptation, and relational persistence. To persist is to surrender to that tension: to care for what endures, to allow what has emerged to guide what comes next - the next change, the next move.
‘On Courage’ is part of a wider body of work exploring regenerative processes across human and non-human lives. I contemplate how time is inscribed in the layered growth of biomaterials and how memory lingers in the scars of terrain and built fabric. Courage, both individual and collective, is shaped as much by social rituals, shared histories, and inherited knowledge as by ecological survival. This piece is a consequential exploration of persistence through material and gesture. Pigment, colour and marks bear traces of rupture, erasure and repair. Layers are applied, removed, and reworked, courageous in fragile conditions. I look at landscapes around me: Here in Sicily, wild Etna Volcano shows its mythical force in time and space, revealing how violent, yet lyrical, are the constant movements for survival of the land and its biological forces. Botanical forms act as evidence of endurance under pressure, responding to histories of extraction and violence. The canvas therefore holds collapse and regeneration in tandem, making visible the labor of attention, adaptation, and relational persistence. To persist is to surrender to that tension: to care for what endures, to allow what has emerged to guide what comes next - the next change, the next move.
Holy tropics, Profane Lands
160x125cm
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and graphite on canvas
Holy Tropics, Profane Lands unfolds as a saturated field of memory—where colour operates as both residue and release, tracing the exuberance of tropical abundance and the deeper sediment of inherited histories. Form emerges through layered gestures: fractured outlines of flora, bodily traces, and architectural fragments converge into a chromatic terrain where pigment and texture overlap. Shapes shift, dissolve, and reappear—echoing a landscape in flux. The work describes a memorial realm, tracing the entanglements of identity, territory, and time, recalling the complex legacies of colonial occupation across tropical geographies. Inhabiting the dualities of devotion and desecration, visibility and erasure, it allows the sacred and the fractured to coexist in simultaneity. Memory here is chromatic and alive—not fixed, but atmospheric, unfolding, and sensorially charged.
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and graphite on canvas
Holy Tropics, Profane Lands unfolds as a saturated field of memory—where colour operates as both residue and release, tracing the exuberance of tropical abundance and the deeper sediment of inherited histories. Form emerges through layered gestures: fractured outlines of flora, bodily traces, and architectural fragments converge into a chromatic terrain where pigment and texture overlap. Shapes shift, dissolve, and reappear—echoing a landscape in flux. The work describes a memorial realm, tracing the entanglements of identity, territory, and time, recalling the complex legacies of colonial occupation across tropical geographies. Inhabiting the dualities of devotion and desecration, visibility and erasure, it allows the sacred and the fractured to coexist in simultaneity. Memory here is chromatic and alive—not fixed, but atmospheric, unfolding, and sensorially charged.
Carnvival evening, Saturday 10pm (the parade)
170x125cm
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and graphite on raw cotton canvas
Drawing from a transient moment of urban euphoria, this painting captures the charged simultaneity of spectacle and dissonance. Flickers of saturated light and erratic, layered mark-making suggest the vitality of a city in motion—streets swollen with presence, excess, and expectation. The canvas operates as a threshold between observation and illusion, where figures verge on abstraction, and social hierarchies blur under the glare of collective performance. Within this visual choreography, joy is rendered alongside tension, and the night becomes both a stage and a mask—a fleeting suspension of order, held in luminous contradiction.
Acrylics, oil sticks, pastels and graphite on raw cotton canvas
Drawing from a transient moment of urban euphoria, this painting captures the charged simultaneity of spectacle and dissonance. Flickers of saturated light and erratic, layered mark-making suggest the vitality of a city in motion—streets swollen with presence, excess, and expectation. The canvas operates as a threshold between observation and illusion, where figures verge on abstraction, and social hierarchies blur under the glare of collective performance. Within this visual choreography, joy is rendered alongside tension, and the night becomes both a stage and a mask—a fleeting suspension of order, held in luminous contradiction.
Saturday night in august (Panel 02 of diptych)
123x123cm
Acrylics, pastels and pencils on raw cotton canvas
The diptych ‘Saturday Night in August’ is another one of those pieces born in a hot summer night here at the Aeolian Islands, Sicily. With the studio doors open and a cold beer in the left hand, I had to let these paintings emerge as a celebration of the wonderful people who give life to the evenings in August in this corner of the Mediterranean.
Acrylics, pastels and pencils on raw cotton canvas
The diptych ‘Saturday Night in August’ is another one of those pieces born in a hot summer night here at the Aeolian Islands, Sicily. With the studio doors open and a cold beer in the left hand, I had to let these paintings emerge as a celebration of the wonderful people who give life to the evenings in August in this corner of the Mediterranean.
Flamboyant Lanscapes
240x100cm
Acrylics, oil sticks and pastels on raw cotton canvas
Flamboyant Landscapes is a work pitched high and unrelenting, laid out in an organic, yet flat panel of shapes and forms, solids and lines that recall the sensorial excess, the sensuality of the flora in the tropics. There isn’t a single straight line and everything is linked to everything. Memories of beauty, the gardens are carried in my mind through sound, distant and close, like reverberations of a busy forest. Nothing settles, everything shifts, collides and hides and then pushes forward. Landscapes that are flamboyant in their excess, in their almost theatrical colours, movements and sounds.
Acrylics, oil sticks and pastels on raw cotton canvas
Flamboyant Landscapes is a work pitched high and unrelenting, laid out in an organic, yet flat panel of shapes and forms, solids and lines that recall the sensorial excess, the sensuality of the flora in the tropics. There isn’t a single straight line and everything is linked to everything. Memories of beauty, the gardens are carried in my mind through sound, distant and close, like reverberations of a busy forest. Nothing settles, everything shifts, collides and hides and then pushes forward. Landscapes that are flamboyant in their excess, in their almost theatrical colours, movements and sounds.
The Poetics of Space
170x130cm
Acrylics and pastels on raw cotton canvas
‘The poetics of space’ revolves around the continuous construction and deconstruction of space—an exploration of how physical environments and mental landscapes intersect, shift, and reconfigure. Drawing from my architectural background, I engage with the materiality of painting to evoke the fluidity of space, memory, and time. Like architecture, my painting is not meant to be a representation but an environment that invite the viewer to experience them as places.
I am drawn to work in large-scale, often choosing sites of decay to work—ruins, abandoned construction zones, and overlooked areas of urban centers. These spaces, marked by history and impermanence, influence both the materials I use and the atmosphere I create. Raw canvas, layered paint, found objects, and photographs become integral to the work, their textures and fragments imbued with the traces of lived experience. Many pieces in this collection I’m developing began with photographs of urban sites that have been abstracted to the point where the sense of place outweighs the literal representation, evoking a more permanent, emotional connection to the space. This one however was born out of the need to create a space with solid colours and with empty negative spaces, in the simplest forms and hues and some minimal lines.
Ultimately, recently through painting I have been finding a space for reflection—a realm where meaning is not fixed, but constantly evolving. Just as the built environments we inhabit shape us, the current body of work in progress invites the viewer into a space that is not fully defined, one that shifts and transforms through engagement. In this process, I aim to construct painted realms for dialogue—not only between the viewer and the work, but also between the work and the world, where meaning becomes fluid, shifting as the work interacts with its context, in an ongoing negotiation between perception, experience, and space.
Acrylics and pastels on raw cotton canvas
‘The poetics of space’ revolves around the continuous construction and deconstruction of space—an exploration of how physical environments and mental landscapes intersect, shift, and reconfigure. Drawing from my architectural background, I engage with the materiality of painting to evoke the fluidity of space, memory, and time. Like architecture, my painting is not meant to be a representation but an environment that invite the viewer to experience them as places.
I am drawn to work in large-scale, often choosing sites of decay to work—ruins, abandoned construction zones, and overlooked areas of urban centers. These spaces, marked by history and impermanence, influence both the materials I use and the atmosphere I create. Raw canvas, layered paint, found objects, and photographs become integral to the work, their textures and fragments imbued with the traces of lived experience. Many pieces in this collection I’m developing began with photographs of urban sites that have been abstracted to the point where the sense of place outweighs the literal representation, evoking a more permanent, emotional connection to the space. This one however was born out of the need to create a space with solid colours and with empty negative spaces, in the simplest forms and hues and some minimal lines.
Ultimately, recently through painting I have been finding a space for reflection—a realm where meaning is not fixed, but constantly evolving. Just as the built environments we inhabit shape us, the current body of work in progress invites the viewer into a space that is not fully defined, one that shifts and transforms through engagement. In this process, I aim to construct painted realms for dialogue—not only between the viewer and the work, but also between the work and the world, where meaning becomes fluid, shifting as the work interacts with its context, in an ongoing negotiation between perception, experience, and space.
An affectionate gaze at the stones of Venice
160x120cm
Acrylics and pastels on printed architectural photograph on cotton canvas
‘An affectionate gaze at the stones of Venice’ is a piece developed shortly after my residency there. It is a painting on an architectural photograph, a gaze into the stories behind the stones that form our cities and the untold tales of the people that bring cities to life. Like John Ruskin said, “Imperfection is in some sort essential to all that we know of life.” And I personally think the beauty of nature and indeed humanity are found in the multiple variants of the same design - like all of us have a different finger print - and in my work I like to look at the unique, the imperfect, the historical. For Ruskin, the imperfections of Gothic design reflect the struggles, creativity, and humanity of their makers, symbolizing the richness of life. He saw these flaws as essential to beauty and meaning, urging us to embrace them as vital to art and existence. So this painting is a reflection of this philosophy.
Acrylics and pastels on printed architectural photograph on cotton canvas
‘An affectionate gaze at the stones of Venice’ is a piece developed shortly after my residency there. It is a painting on an architectural photograph, a gaze into the stories behind the stones that form our cities and the untold tales of the people that bring cities to life. Like John Ruskin said, “Imperfection is in some sort essential to all that we know of life.” And I personally think the beauty of nature and indeed humanity are found in the multiple variants of the same design - like all of us have a different finger print - and in my work I like to look at the unique, the imperfect, the historical. For Ruskin, the imperfections of Gothic design reflect the struggles, creativity, and humanity of their makers, symbolizing the richness of life. He saw these flaws as essential to beauty and meaning, urging us to embrace them as vital to art and existence. So this painting is a reflection of this philosophy.
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