When someone asks me about my art or what does it mean? I feel terrible awkward to respond.
I am always in love or feel lonely; love, nostalgia, melancholia or the need to create are a part of my heartbeat. Words wouldn’t be enough to express these; the need to create is like a volcanic activity within my soul.
Art is for me my way of letting this eruption surface to communicate what I feel, art is a friend that satisfies this desire of creation.
Art is for me my way of letting this eruption surface to communicate what I feel, art is a friend that satisfies this desire of creation.
I have always felt detached from reality and reluctance to involve myself in the normal working life, fitting in or making part of it because I am thinking all the time. I make art because there is nothing else’s that I like to do and that I could do to express myself.
I have tried not to do art but that became painful, my mind has been heavy with ideas and thoughts since a very young age. I always feel separated from friends because my mind wonders from one thought to another; there isn’t much that I can do about this.
Doing art for me gives me the opportunity to create and visualise my subconscious, setting it free from the restrictions of my head.
I have tried not to do art but that became painful, my mind has been heavy with ideas and thoughts since a very young age. I always feel separated from friends because my mind wonders from one thought to another; there isn’t much that I can do about this.
Doing art for me gives me the opportunity to create and visualise my subconscious, setting it free from the restrictions of my head.
Mario
