Stains, lines, traces, spots, dots, shadows, light, drips, darkness, shapes, reflections are some of the thousands abstract elements composing an infinite game with which I pretend to create the magic of my pictures.

The first element is a piece of canvas. Secondly, the intention to capture the intangibility of beauty as a concept to draw a symphony of colors, shapes and forms, like sound that is inaudible but yet it is any felt and heard. When this is happening I do know I have accomplished my mission as an artist to move the viewer to emotions.

At the beginning of this my process of painting, there is not a message in my work, neither in the making of the painting nor in the final product as a finished work of art. Message is not really my intention.
Communication is not actually my purpose. In other words I am not communicating anything from my part at all. That is going to be the chore of my works when done; they will speak in a dialogue with their viewers according to their mutual feelings. That will be like listening to a solitary musical note that reaches us from afar without being part of any easily recognizable piece of music, but these beautiful notes will bring us the joy and sheer pleasure of hearing it.

One day the painting is done. Another day the painting is gone and leaves me to go somewhere else, away from me…
I will miss it very much indeed. After I have created it. And then I have to see it go. Some pictures stayed by me one or more years, time we talked to each other a lot. Others stay a couple of months or even less, and then I wish I could have held it longer.

I’ll be wishing to see it again to make conversation we used to have because I know they’ll be somewhere waiting alive and breathing to talk to me again even if it’s for a short period of time.