Su di me
As child I used to play looking for treasures in the ancient Etruscan ruins Now I carve wood looking for hidden treasures
My clothes are perpetually covered in wood dust
My skin smells like wood
My lungs contain trees
I am happy
It is the total absence of civilization that binds me to raw materials as the only element to work, in this way I try to grasp the connection with the Nature.
Not to express an opinion, an idea, but to consolidate the bond with everything that is fathomable and unfathomable.
I am constantly looking for this interconnection.
My creations are a sacrifice to the sky, to the stars, to animals, to vegetation, to the chthonic world, to the visible and the invisible. I sacrifice the trunks to maintain this bond.
An indissoluble knot born in our prehistory but that human progress has forgotten. Man's will to power has buried it, but the bond still exists, it has always existed.
Just look for it hidden in the bark of a tree, in the corolla of a flower, in the fallen leaf, in the roar of thunder.
