MOTHER
oil on canvas, 40 x 40cm.
Year 2017.
A work that is particularly dear to me. An artwork that took me so long, nights, love.
My mother's hands, the hands of all mothers.
The wrinkles of time and fatigue, of a thousand caresses of three daughters grown with strength and constancy. The rings that carry all your life. The nails once long and cured, now shortened by need. Blue veins that he also sent to me. The knuckles reddened by the work of a lifetime.
Hands I would recognize among thousands.
LOVER
oil on canvas, 30 x 40cm.
Year 2017.
Hands of man, rude hands.
A blue orchid clamped between his fingers, and a silver ring.
It's not a hand any, but that of the man who affords my life. The orchid represents the moment when I thought "is made". That point of no return when you realize that your heart, by now, does not belong to you anymore. That turn that makes a summer love, something that it endures forever. A gift accompanied by a message and tears of emotion on my face because, for the first time, you realize that someone is trying to make you happy. And the ring, not a sign of engagement, but a gift before a detachment that made us even more united.
A hand that caresses me, touches me, clutches me.
It's not a hand any, but that of the man who affords my life. The orchid represents the moment when I thought "is made". That point of no return when you realize that your heart, by now, does not belong to you anymore. That turn that makes a summer love, something that it endures forever. A gift accompanied by a message and tears of emotion on my face because, for the first time, you realize that someone is trying to make you happy. And the ring, not a sign of engagement, but a gift before a detachment that made us even more united.
A hand that caresses me, touches me, clutches me.
TEMPO E SPAZIO NON ESISTONO
Pencil and gold leaf on paper. 73 x 51 cm.
Year 2019.
