I often proceed haphazardly, like the objects crammed in here. I take life as it comes,

building a reserve of memories a little at a time. And in the soci- ety of things, a reserve of mem- ories is also a reserve of objects.

It is in the real research, that in the markets, in the attics and in the cellars, in the ac- tual history of use of that ob-

ject, in the signs lef by time, carelessness or too much af- fection, that bearthed the de-

sire to be formed with and in objects: to create with them, and within them, an identity.


Talking about objects helps to understand the social world. Each object has its own unique path of life, a “biography” useful to reveal something of the society in which it is inserted. e ob-

jects and their stories have a social role that deserves to be investigated. e destinies of the objects are end- less, like the stories that they carry around. I nd some humanity in this collection work. What fascinates me most is the diversity, the in nite nu- ances that everything possesses.

It is strange to think that, in our life we surround ourselves with things, we try to ll our houses, we collect.

e goal of this publication is to educate people not to forget the little things, and of how much beauty surrounds us, the things we throw or keep, enclose our lives, our habits, a little ‘ what we like but also what we don’t.

I dedicate this work of collection to all those who don’t stop at appearances, but they go to the bottom, they investigate the existence, the history, the origins. Before and afer are important factors, a used co ee pod is more experienced than a new one, but it no longer contains the essence

and the avor, pod that I have kept for days and that whenever I happened to look,

that I brought back to that co ee tasted on Monday morning, before I went to school, before I took the bus, before I could smell a cigarette out in the garden. Everything makes sense, like a chain that, ring afer ring, aligns itself, re- peats itself, always the same, but always new. A thread, a line that crosses all the pages, the stains of

ink, always smooth and constant.

screen printings cover.


I’m gonna build a fabric installation. Ispired by Old tapestrys. People are invite to write a thought, a desire or a goal they have on pieces of fabric, those will be sewn on the tapestry. Anyone who writes something will receive a badge of the event, as so that having it, it will remember what has written and hopfully try to make it real!






April 10th 2018, Tate Britain                                                                                         ☆☆☆☆

This exhibition has been intense, but especially true. It is not easy nowadays to fall in love with a canvas in a frame, this is because we live in a digital age and special effects; but that’s what, yesterday afternoon, struck me most during the visit of Tate: humanity and the ugliness of man itself. It reminded me that without clothes, without too many electronic devices, we are nothing but animals.
Freud and the other artists opened an interlude about being men, animals that walk, no matter what you wear or how you act, because in the walls of a room you will be naked with yourself.

Strong, provocative and quite rational. ‘ All too human ‘ was more like ‘ All too real’.


C.Paul, Family Group, 1984-6

M. Andrews, Melanie and Me Swimming, 1978-9

 L. Freud, Sleeping by the Lion Carpet, 1996 (Details)

 L. Freud, David and Eli, 2003-4

 L. Freud, Two Women, 1992

E. Uglow, Georigia, 1973

 L. Freud, Girl with a White Dog, 1950-1 (Details)

 L. Freud, Girl with a Kitten, 1947



New project, PITCH.

PITCH – “to start to do something as part of a group, especially something helpful – from the Cambridge Dictionary.

Pitch wants to tell the story of Spietfields Market, a special market, with particular people. A market that has seen the struggles of independence, social issues, loves, fierce women. Today it is no longer a daily appointment, a square, a goat of cement and merchants who wait for an interaction with the customer.

The Chair is an element that is often repeated in the market. There are those who wait, who will eat street food on a bench, an elderly looking passers-by on a wooden chair.

Our society was accustomed to sit whenever a problem arises, but it’s time to stand up, fight back. “stand! don’t sit down!”











I have analyzed what are my vital needs.
I like to think of a cell as a complete and independent element that, however, has conditions of existence that depend on the environment in which it lives and is generated.
A cell needs balances and connections with the environment that surrounds it. It is made up of a central core and a membrane that protects it from external dangers.
The cell contains in itself DNA, which is the heart of human memory.

However, the cell is invisible only to itself, for this reason it needs its other peers. For this reason I see the cell as my personal synthesis, independent but in need of being among people, feeling part of something.

my carachter represents a single-celled organism protected by an impeccable layer of  black skin. It is elastic, colored and able to adapts to the shapes of the surrounding environment.
However, sometimes the black membrane (which also represents my way of dressing) overflows with color, because sometimes it is difficult for me to contain my exuberant side.