Being born in Italy gave me an immense sense of expressive frustration. Enriching my visual sensitivity like a volcano, an enormous amount of ageless beauty flooded my imagination like a tsunami. All senses attacked, too much to take in, too much to process. A different kind of Stendhal syndrome, one that inspired me to draw, to paint, to visually scream but not to faint.
I continued throughout the years on an exciting journey of self-discovery and visual experimentation; a charting exercise of my obsessions made up of drawings, paintings, videos, collages and pictures.
The journey continues....