transit space

The colors are earthy , the lights confused ones we see out of the windows when we are traveling , those that are confused with our thoughts vacated , lulled by the speed , superimposed on the mental visual field that is constantly changing . And the darkness is deep , strong and infinity of the Conversion of St. Paul by Caravaggio. Can not stand still , imagine unlikely to inhabit these places foreigners. Through them does. With the eyes , the mind , with the slight relief that brings you back home, with the lightness that characterizes a trip and never-ending feeling of temporariness that always surprises us when we are passing through ... The balance of the composition is the common denominator of all the works . The color choice is powerful , lively, descriptive and plastic. No doubt about the translation of reality, the ring "ideal" lens has been rotated so decided . Each work a click metaphorical and apparently fast . A bell'intreccio of lights, night , rolling, silent , perfumes , cars and trash cans as timid Morandi's bottles . The light , how it behaves , how it can change things and act on time, the idea that we have shared and collective space , this is what I want to tell ... George told me that night when we talked about , ready to go , perhaps without knowing which specific place , but rest assured that we would come back from there .