Through many years
paying dear
travelling in many countries
I went to see high mountains,
I went to see oceans,
only I didn't see,
on the step of my door
the glittering dew drop
on the wheat ear
Beauty is into the smallest things, as Rabindranath Tagore says in the poem I spiritually have made mine.
I was walking along a spectacularly beautiful pebble beach in Sardinia.
The beach was made of round, smooth stones and cleansed of every human presence; it merged with and was lost in the immensity of the sea. I felt a deep, silent and exclusive affinity with those natural forms.
It was as if the invisible hands of wind and water had played with this inert material, shaping it into amazing natural sculptures. They were smooth to the touch and a delight to the eyes, which found satisfaction in those diverse forms and shades of colours. Those stones were, for me, my direct link with Mother Earth, and I decided there and then to bring them to life. Here my adventure started. It was a joy for me to reproduce and reinvent them, as I trasferred onto paper those glimpses of an inner, secret world, and the emotions and sensations which that magic place had awoken in me.
Why Elegy to Inert material?
Have you never thought how long the hands of nature have laboured in order to create a stone? A stone is the essence of simplicity, expressing the beauty that is in the created object; a beauty which is close to us but which we often do not see, because it is plain, far from technological miracles. Stones are archetypes of a simple and mysterious reality, fascinating forms which speak , which have a soul, a child's soul. They are signs of the times, which evoke strange beauties.
You can find these and other artworks in the Portfolio section