ARTIST’S STATEMENT (for what he feels about his paintings)

An32 The electronic flower	An59 The hell in our imagination	An34 The swallow of our soul
A804 The bursting out of the desires	Bg101 Our fanny neighbours	A807 The core of our brain
Bg1088 Layers of precious minerals	Bg95 The clouds of the coming war	C2g402 Faces hidden in the garden

At night, before I sleep, going through the catalogs and the books containing my paintings, I feel like traveling over the landscapes they show and studying the strange figures they hide. I feel I am climbing on steep snowy mountains breathing the cold air or diving in the oceans and watching the fascinating creatures that live there. Sometimes I feel I am flying in skies with amazing colors to meet there sublime figures, or I am lost in dense forests where creatures and wild animals are hidden together with savages having good or bad intentions, or I am wandering in sunny deserts with intense colors.

In some paintings I feel I am swimming in enchanting lakes and rivers or laying down in blossomed meadows and smelling the perfumes of the flowers. In other paintings I feel I am traveling to another dimension where I meet strange ghosts, dwarfs, sirens and mermaids which capture my mind. Yet, what I like most of all, are the journeys to other worlds and planets, where I can meet extraterrestrial creatures with strange shapes and figures, whole tribes of “stone-men” who look at me remaining steel and silent, with whom, unfortunately, I can’t communicate.

In these wonderful journeys I meet figures of people, some happy, some astonished, some angry and some tragic, trying to express their feelings, dozens of figures in each painting, some obvious and some hidden, so that one has to use his imagination to discover them. And the more one searches the more he discovers, sometimes one within the other, each trying to attract his attention. Among them I sometimes recognize persons I know and in certain cases (like as Hitchcock used to do) I recognize myself.

Well, as I travel from painting to painting I sometimes fall asleep, and then, when I am lucky enough, I dream that I enter and live in this strange world, and that I finally communicate with these strange figures and learn about their history and their customs. In this way I fill my senses with fantastic experiences and my soul with beauty, and when I wake up in the morning, I have new resources to face the difficulties of the day.

So I invite you, my dear friends who you have in your hands one of the catalogs of my paintings, or you are visiting my website, to try to see behind my paintings what you would like to see, leaving your imagination free and your heart open, and the more you try the more you discover. Then I also invite you to follow me in these journeys, and, who knows, you may be also lucky enough to dream during the night and live for a while in the fascinating world of a magic art.

ENGLISH HOME PAGE

An137 The path to a blessed country	C2g572 People of the flowers	An124 The monster hidden in the bushes
Bg494 A happy couple	C2n10 An enchanting night in Mexico	An58 Lost in the Labyrinth of our life
Bg521 The fertile valley in Autumn	C2g885 The brown whirlwind of arrogance	Bg563 The Grant Canyon of another planet
Bd65 The ghost of the Chinese in the haunded lake	Bd69 Living plants in the haunded park	Bd67 Reflections of haunded plants in the lake

An168 Supernatural blue waves	An175 The stony wood of our thoughts	An198 The queen of our hearts	An203 Protesting against the heaven