I’m a writer and a visual artist and my last artwork is my first installation, ''Selfportrait'', a good description of my destiny. Like Blake, Michaux, Sabato and other major intelectuals I was fascinated since my early youth by both literature and art. When I imagined this installation I thought that two elements could be very fitted to describe my dual spiritual adventure: my typewriter ...
my wild happinessa tiger's voicein a yellow faithdeath one reason to singhas sent me the mirrorto remind me ofthe old memoryof the birdred flying heart of chancemy wildhappinessthin white sandon dirtyobjects
in autumn the word ‘light’ becomes deformed and fumeson manuscripts galactic citiesinhabited by aphasic crowds - pitching into an apple’s gloss - the eggplant toaster crystallizes a mistwith thousands of ovoid layersthrough which alien hands liquefy their original tissue on the banister of the word ‘autumn’your body in the kitchen’s windowsillvibrates like the nocturnal pellicleof the ...