The story of Pinocchio has an emphasis is placed on a personal experience. I remember listening the story of Pinocchio on a 7 inch record in the family lounge, sitting on a shagpile red carpet when my father pulled out the book from the study and read the story of Pinocchio to me in Italian, concreting my Italian roots, looking at these paintings years later and in hindsight I realise I have not connected with the Disney version of the story thats first image that come to mind with most people when they think of the story. At the age of eight I travelled to Rome with my father and this is where I bought my wooden Pinocchio, with my pocket money, whilst walking up to visit the Vatican City.
Returning to Australia I shared my ‘Italian Things’ for show and tell. For school plays I was chosen to be Pinocchio; running across the stage and pulling laughs from the audience and my class mates. I always knew that I was first an Italian kid and secondly an Australian. I understood that I was made in Australia with Italian parts. Whilst painting I am trying to empathise with this when painting Pinocchio. Am i painting a truth or am I painting a lie. I can see what is front of me but when I paint it becomes something else.
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