In this collection I have put all my artworks linked in some way to my past. So, you will find artworks that speak about my infancy and my loved ones. Many of these artworks have been led by my emotions. In many cases some kind of present situation has taken my memory back to the past. It is an associative game that links a recollection to another, or a precise situation to another
In this collection I have placed not only works linked to my recollections, but also works stimulated by memory of other people close to me.
I love my model trains.
When I was a child, I loved playing with my model train. Even now that I'm an old man I still love my model train. In the collage you have photos of myself in different ages that game with my model train.
The gift
When I was a child looked forward to the Christmas season, when my parents would give me toys.
I remember
I remember I was a sad child.
A child in black ad white
When I was a child, my family was divided into two sides. My mother's and my father's side and life was very difficult. Just like the contrast between black and white. In fact, I was very confused as a child.
Vacuum
I observed this work wondering what the meaning of so much empty space meant. My image as a child, which is almost hidden behind the mount board reminded me that when I was a child I was very shy. I blushed at any and everything, and the more I blushed the more I was ashamed and blushed even more . I tried to mask my shyness deliberately hiding behind the figure of my father. Shyness is the empty space. The fact that you do not occupy the space at your disposal is because you're hiding.
I remember I was a shy boy
I was very shy when I was a kid. I blushed for a nothing. I feared the judgment of others. I remember when I went to visit relatives I used to hide behind my father.
When i was a kid had been dreaming of flying
This artwork refers to the dream of flying. When I was a kid, this was a recurring dream. I remember the excitement I felt when, controlling the sensations of my body, I could soar into the sky . It was not easy, I no had fear of falling, but I had to pay close attention to the sensations of the body that indicated when I was doing well. I do not know the meaning of this dream, if dreams can have meaning. Some say that this type of dream is linked to the experience of control, others to the fear to fall still others believe that it is related to the sexual sphere. At one point I stopped making this dream, I do not remember when but with advancing years has been less and less frequent. I wish I could still dream of flying.
In this collection I have placed not only works linked to my recollections, but also works stimulated by memory of other people close to me.
I love my model trains.
When I was a child, I loved playing with my model train. Even now that I'm an old man I still love my model train. In the collage you have photos of myself in different ages that game with my model train.
The gift
When I was a child looked forward to the Christmas season, when my parents would give me toys.
I remember
I remember I was a sad child.
A child in black ad white
When I was a child, my family was divided into two sides. My mother's and my father's side and life was very difficult. Just like the contrast between black and white. In fact, I was very confused as a child.
Vacuum
I observed this work wondering what the meaning of so much empty space meant. My image as a child, which is almost hidden behind the mount board reminded me that when I was a child I was very shy. I blushed at any and everything, and the more I blushed the more I was ashamed and blushed even more . I tried to mask my shyness deliberately hiding behind the figure of my father. Shyness is the empty space. The fact that you do not occupy the space at your disposal is because you're hiding.
I remember I was a shy boy
I was very shy when I was a kid. I blushed for a nothing. I feared the judgment of others. I remember when I went to visit relatives I used to hide behind my father.
When i was a kid had been dreaming of flying
This artwork refers to the dream of flying. When I was a kid, this was a recurring dream. I remember the excitement I felt when, controlling the sensations of my body, I could soar into the sky . It was not easy, I no had fear of falling, but I had to pay close attention to the sensations of the body that indicated when I was doing well. I do not know the meaning of this dream, if dreams can have meaning. Some say that this type of dream is linked to the experience of control, others to the fear to fall still others believe that it is related to the sexual sphere. At one point I stopped making this dream, I do not remember when but with advancing years has been less and less frequent. I wish I could still dream of flying.