Raw and base materials blunt and oozing to deceptively naive but sincere instinctive expression . My work is born with base materials. Remembering that felling of the fresh new crayola castle for Christmas, brand new set of 12 pack of derwents keeping them always in colour order and sharpened then slowing progressing up to 72 pack for my birthday and sneaking in a pack of twister crayons in a pencil case from the supermarket when my mother said I had to choose between the two. The returning army solider that was sharing a cabin with when I was 8 on the train from Calabria to Rome giving me his set of textas when he saw me drawing the world cup Italia 90 logo. That fresh smell of the stationary store. When I work the materials the smell the the fell of them in your hand take me back to a place of innocence that allows me to empty my mind.
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