Tata

Tata

Wax on formica, 2008, 136 x 105 cm

Poche ore prima

Poche ore prima

[two_third] wax on wood, 2012, 93 x 93,5 cm [/two_third] [one_third_last] in summer, sounds carry viciously. they quiver and ricochet, crashing like lumps of flawed memory. thus the din of the summer sun relays you, never in the same moment. the greatest cruelty of all, not knowing who you are. [/one_third_last]

L’appuntamento

[two_third] wax on wood, 2014, 127 x 93,5 cm [/two_third] [one_third_last]   I waited long before I stopped waiting. then I loved again, better. but many nights still that wrong heart watches me in the dark, proud of its distance. [/one_third_last]

Prima del tramonto

Prima del tramonto

  [two_third] wax on wood, 2013, 66 x 94 cm [/two_third] [one_third_last]   when I came back in April, I found all as it was. but for me, everything was as it was. I went through the same motions, all in its usual place, and didn’t recognize my hands anymore. [/one_third_last]

L’ultima primavera

[two_third] wax on wood, 2013, 58 x 93 cm [/two_third] [one_third_last] ten lines I wrote before going. the last one said we’ll remember everything, always. and yet I don’t; I only remember the 4 o’clock sun behind you. [/one_third_last]

‘Ciao’

[two_third] [/two_third] [one_third_last] I always recognize those eyes, quick and alert as belonging to someone who’s always in the wrong place. in this world, many things are mirrors. [/one_third_last] Wax on wood, 2011, 119 x 94 cm