-A fact in life that is remembered has already entered eternity, "explained the philosopher Kierkegaard. And then I understood. Remembering someone means giving them a caress that does not disappear when you stop recalling an image or a fact.
Remembrance is a gift of love, something intimate and emotional, developed by someone who is not...

in this painting I painted Eros.
Most men are erotically blind, as they commit the unforgivable misunderstanding of exchanging eros for sexuality. Man believes that he possesses woman when he possesses her sexually: but he never possesses her less then. In fact for the woman the only relationship that matters is the erotic one.
Mind and body, eros...

but then I know who to follow:

I am much more than what appears, what I put in view, I am much more
I wear masks. I wear a protective armor that defends a wounded, delicate, fragile interior; I implement "camouflage" dynamics that safeguard me from being hit, from the fear of suffering, of being invaded, of succumbing.
At what cost do I expose myself?...

Sometimes we just need a caress. Nothing else. We don't want the usual words or the phrases that have been said and repeated many times. We want to feel reaffirmed, welcomed and enhanced by the contact of a hand that passes gently on our skin.
In this context I express this desire, this emotion.
How important can a single caress be...

Thought, imagination, feeling: thus an emotion is born The world is always a stimulus for the birth of emotions, it speaks to us continuously with small and big things. Poetry, as Keats says, must be born spontaneously and through the senses. Here's how I see the birth of emotions: flowers that bloom in our colorful life Poetic language is born...

The most intimate meeting between two people is not the sexual one, it is the emotional nude. An exchange that arises when fear is overcome and we dedicate ourselves to getting to know the other as we are, in all our facets. It is not easy to do it. In fact, emotional nudity is not achieved lightly or with anyone....

In life we ​​have to face many obstacles, but the arrival of a disease for our loved one indelibly marks, like the purple line that crosses the picture, our path ... to live, to fight, to want to win a degenerative disease that can have the better and steal a piece of us, here the colors fight. Because the death...