Used to try to paint
characters and characteristics,
and common people and common places.
Their emotions.

After several works depicting
the sick aspects of society,
always ready to misguide you and hide,
now I am
into the not presence.

Into the amount of not answered,
into the not cared.
Into the paradoxes between absence
and its opposite.
Just feeling traces.

Now just fill the empty spaces
with drawings from your mind,
with memories and projections.
Everyone chooses their own particulars,
sons of any experience.

Because two lines are never parallel,
they always converge at some point.
The infinite one.
not silent
rovi di mare
imaginary landscapes