Art Pictures and Paintings Information Technique Oil Colors

Work Title: Woman with Hat, 1983

"Behind every man of success there is an able woman, etc." Excuse who is behind a woman of success? A very able mother, a father... (every can complete better the sentence as believes). They are so many the common places (ways of say) that we use every day, the main point is not to believe too much us.

Oil Painting on Cloth: Hidden Woman with Hat

Work Title: The Cat, the Fox and the Friend, 1983

There was once. . . a friend that being a cat also wanted to become a fox, sinned that that small fox is ended in a trap. Our run in the life is disseminated of obstacles, small and great. We sometimes succeed in overcoming them, other times we have splendid opportunity to learn from our errors.

Oil Painting on Cloth: The Cat, the Fox and the Friend

Work Title: Carnival and Wagons, 1983

Colors and Passion. To draw, to color, to mess up with the colors, to fall through the color with the fingers is a pleasure similar to her body-art.

Oil Painting on paper: Carnival and Wagons

Work Title: The warm colors in the summer, 1983

In full summer: To color, to draw, to mess up with the colors, with the fingers to fall through the color is a pleasure just attenuated by the sweat on the forehead and from the desire to go to the beach.

Oil Painting on paper: The warm colors in the summer

Work Title: December, 1983

In my city there were not many years ago many buildings. We from children played to ball on the roads and we had few toys. The television was still in black and white. The first days parents accompanied us to the elementary school, then we learned the road and we went alone or in small groups of to the same neighborhood.

Oil Painting on Cloth: December 1983

Work Title: Woman's portrait with Sweater, 1983-1984

In the shade of the evening to remember your face, perhaps that of a photo in black and white. Strong colors not to forget: red, blue, yellow and the threads of a sweater that were woven with your hair. You looked undecided and I without certainties have kept on walking. Not everything has been beautiful, but not everything has been ugly.

Oil Painting on Cloth: Woman portrait with Sweater

Work Title: January, 1984

 In the clear days of January, also today as then I prefer to walk on the paths of mountain, and if I am too much I get tired all it takes is walking in our hills surrounded by the Mediterranean stain to admire the show of the nature and not the usual buildings that today they surround our roads.

Oil Painting on Cloth: January 1984

Work Title: Summer in the Room, 1984

I like the summer, also because the spring arrives late always and quickly disappears. To paint with the solar colors in the summer, yellow, red, brown, absorbed in the blue sea of Sardinia. In the night the moon climbs tall in sky and mine you remember they pursue as the colors they pursue the sketch on the cloth. Tuareg creature of the desert, doesn't remember your name, from the pleasant sound, eyes that seemed to say to speak.

Oil Painting on Cloth: Summer in the Room

Work Title: Summer in the Room 2, 1984

Not a Creature of the sky, perhaps of the sea, show to me your eyes, give to me the time to look, of the movements the circle, heat and rebound. Show to me of your face the color, in the color of your eyes, in the brown ones of your skin, in the red of the lips, in the hair you play, circles and rebounds.

Oil Painting on Cloth: Summer in the Room 2

Work Title: Woman's face with Black Curls, 1984

There was once... a long fable as a story, memory your words and your earrings. Your clock has articulated the Time, your words distilled by the ink pot have engraved tastes of pure licorice and fruits in a just initiated spring.

Oil Painting on Cloth: Face with Black Curls

Work Title: Waiting Woman, 1985-1986

In 1985 I waited for someone, something, from some part and I surely had my good reasons: I have detached the earphones that transmitted only my music and I have listened to your words and your waits. Turn for roads to the search of a good night. I stay few over the front door of your house, it misses few to 23.

Oil Painting on Cloth: Waiting Woman

Work Title: the Evening Colors, 1989

After days of game and work here is the evening to come...  To continue a run, to go before actually not to have anything than main point to remember. I have canceled pains forgetting the why and other of myself, freed by behaviors and thoughts, private of the bother, but without having anymore necessary energy to choose day for day.

Oil Painting on Cloth: the Evening Colors

Art Words and Images

"The right is not had to forget nothing, to decrease it or to alter it"