I grew up with paint brushes and pencils. As a self-taught artist, my path is based on the observation of the artists on exhibitions, street artists, those present on the web and in the history-of-art books. With a piece of paper and my shy pencil I used to capture few details here and there, seeking advice from those who live the art daily. A passion which I have never put aside, despite many problems, and to which now I try to dedicate myself completely. I live my dualism simply, because I am and I feel both: a bank employee during the week, correct and professional; a humble and quaint artist in the evening and during the weekends, in every moment that I can steal from a normal routine. I paint out of passion, by birth, instinctively. I paint as if no one should see the result. Making visible to the others what I see on the canvas. My first love was a charcoal; I was fascinated by the fact of how a more or less definite line could affect a fine precision of light and shade effects. Soon enough I became familiar with chalk and oil pastels. I enjoyed smearing my fingers with colours. So I found courage and entered the magic and complicated world of clay. But I missed the paint brush too much; I bought myself an easel, a painting board and canvases. It was the beginning of the era of acrylic colours. My thirst for colours was never quenched. Afterwards I live a short period with sprays, funny and transgressive. Then, an unexpected present: a tiny case. Tempera colours, a paint brush and a marvellous wooden painting board. My room is crowded with canvases, newspaper sheets, photographies and notes, sentences written on the wall and impressed in my heart. Acrylic colours and palette knives, the movement, the light… provoke in me a festival of colours. I have still a lot to learn. This is, however, what I like and what I can at present.
