Yes I know. I haven't published any works for a while.
The reason is that I was deeply affected by a comment. From a compliment, to be exact.
Someone wrote to me that the colors I used are incredible, perfect, that they are the true work within the work.
But drawing, I thought, then takes a back seat?
Do the lines, the transparency, the intrinsic message in the work remain obscured by the colours?
I didn't want this. It wasn't what I wanted.
After thinking about it for a long time, I felt compelled to face a new challenge: line, transparency and the infinite shades of just two colors on a white background.
Maybe you won't appreciate it.
But what is art if not the continuous search for new emotions, the desperate attempt to bring out from our soul that something that we ourselves discover we possess only in the very moment in which it emerges from our unconscious and reveals itself to our eyes?
What is art, if not the transmission of emotions and sensations from one human being to another?
What comes closest to telepathy if not art, with its explosive energy capable of bringing all of humanity closer, embracing it in a single emotional wave?
