So… I’m in Italy in the appartment of my parents and there are boxes of old art works om mine, and my mather and father tell me to open them and watch them, think about what’s good, what’s not good, clasify them..bring them somewhere else, through them away or use them… well it’s so mutch stuff and so mixed with real life that I don’t really know what to do with it. I’ll start writing about it.
I have always mixing art and life since I was a kid I was always drowing or playing rool games even as a little child. I always involved other people in it, and I was loocking for a sort of adventure, everything was always exhagerated.. idealized, a game or I was extremely critical with reality. So I admitt that it’s really hard for me to see all this stuff together now and it’s not the first time that I do it, and downstairs in the garage there’s mutch more.. The worse thing is to read what I was writing. Honestly I’m not able to do it, but I’m not even able to through it away. There are in this mess of papers a lot of pictures of friends that were playing or making art with me at all those different moments, those pictures look all ‘art’ to me.. it’s difficolt to divide them or classify them, but at the same time art is ment to be pubblic, but not all those pictures are ment to be pubblic. For sure I was a mutch more serious artist at some of those moments than I am now. Some of those things are presentable. and I’ll make a new Instagram account to pubblish at least something of it here in this same page.
I’ll divide them in: costumes, installations, drowings with a pen, drowing with gessetto, about photography, it’s maybe the more interesting thing but it’s more difficolt, I should ask again to the people that was in it if they want to be pubblished now. There are so many projects, so many different lifes, ideas, places, situations. I don’t know what I wanted to reach with all of that ‘art’,maybe I was just studing conceptual art. I guess that if I would read what I was explaining I would know, but I don’t even dare to read what I was writing Yesterday, imagine 10 or 20 years ago, but for sure I was giving constanly explanation to myself about what I’m doing.