Historical memory is an important resource for all human beings. For the artist, in particular, it represents regeneration of identity and respect for differences through the rediscovery of memories and indelible images.
My work as an explorer began within Mediterranean architecture, between the ancient walls of the old family farm. I journeyed between the sacred and the profane, signs and symbols: ancient and noble friezes, votive offerings, niches and icons, smells and flavors of rural and maritime civilizations, stone and terracotta, white lime, the rust of old work tools. The land, an infinite expanse of green-gold enveloped centuries-old olive trees, ears of wheat, fleshy green paddles of the prickly pears and iridescent poppies. The glare of the sun on the blue-green waters of the sea, an immense Mediterranean light changing from dawn to sunset to nights under the moon and stars, fireflies in the silence of the long drywall dominated the enchanting scenery. My cultural background is alive and present in my artistic research.
Thinking of my deep roots sublimates the reality of the present without rhetoric. In my research the Mediterranean unites East and West, amalgamating the ancestral tribal philosophies of Africa, always present in our genetic code. Each of my works becomes an opportunity for discussion, personal and at the same time a collective heritage. I am a seeker of beauty and freedom. The Mediterranean, as we well know, since ancient times has been a place of encounter, of exchange of intersections and interweaving with different cultures; a fusion of civilizations, peoples, religions, and mythologies — an unparalleled heritage of human cultures. My aesthetic research is also a symbolic journey of Homeric memory that rises to the desire for knowledge.
I believe that art serves to help us understand ourselves and others around us, those who have come before and maybe even those who will come after. Art helps us look into things and into human existence.
I believe that art begins when we discard banal and ephemeral images.
Art is introspection; it grasps and contains what by nature is elusive and irrepressible. It helps us to discover the invisible.
“The artist is formed — and I am in line with the thought of Albert Camus — in this perpetual living between Us and the others, halfway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community from which he cannot be detached. It is for this reason that true artists do not despise anything and strive to understand instead of judging.”