Olive Motherhood - Maternità d'ulivo
FROM 1964 TO 1985
SOCIAL - HUMANITY
Since I was a child, the images filled my DAYDREAMS with which I built fantastic stories. But only in those dreams the WHITE KNIGHT always came to protect me from the abuse that I received for my shyness and naivety. That’s why since I was a child I had written back those pictures on paper with pencil and crayons, drawings gone lost! These, together with the music I played on the piano made me sail in the fantastic worlds of my fantasy. A gift that I owe to my parents, whom I thank devoutly. Then growing negative experiences have trained me to life even if they did not change my approach dreamer applying it to reality with the defense of the weakest and antagonism with bullies. On the other hand, with my twin brother Sergio I had made an important experience to defend myself from his bullying!
These first 21 years of artistic work were characterized by my spirits of dreamer of a bucolic world and of great relationships of friendship remained for all the life and of tender and platonic love. Just what I was looking for as a counterweight to my mother’s nonaffection. And motherhood has become one of my favorite subjects certainly because I suffered from a young relationship with an affective mother not to say "military"! But as an adult and even more as a father I realized that, being a rebel if she had not "bent" me, life would do it. And then it would have been much more painful! Finally, a few years before he died (2010) I realized that he was a "sparrow" when Alzheimer’s made disappear that "armor" that protected him as it happens to many of us dreamers and sometimes deluded...
MOTHERHOOD
THIS WORK (R:0370) of 1983 entitled "Motherhood of olive" combines the love for the countryside to what I had inside me for my mother. But it also comes from a large olive tree that I had in S. Agata dei Goti, a town near Naples where I bought a beautiful property to spend the weekends with my very young children (the last Cristina will be born the following year 1984). Memories of the most beautiful that I keep because it became a refuge to escape from Naples, which after the earthquake of 1980 had become uninhabitable. In fact, the year after 1984 I moved with my family to Rome.
MOTHERHOOD
THIS WORK (R:0370) of 1983 entitled "Motherhood of olive" combines the love for the countryside to what I had inside me for my mother. But it also comes from a large olive tree that I had in S. Agata dei Goti, a town near Naples where I bought a beautiful property to spend the weekends with my very young children (the last Cristina will be born the following year 1984). Memories of the most beautiful that I keep because it became a refuge to escape from Naples, which after the earthquake of 1980 had become uninhabitable. In fact, the year after 1984 I moved with my family to Rome.
FROM 1964 TO 1985
SOCIAL - HUMANITY
Since I was a child, the images filled my DAYDREAMS with which I built fantastic stories. But only in those dreams the WHITE KNIGHT always came to protect me from the abuse that I received for my shyness and naivety. That’s why since I was a child I had written back those pictures on paper with pencil and crayons, drawings gone lost! These, together with the music I played on the piano made me sail in the fantastic worlds of my fantasy. A gift that I owe to my parents, whom I thank devoutly. Then growing negative experiences have trained me to life even if they did not change my approach dreamer applying it to reality with the defense of the weakest and antagonism with bullies. On the other hand, with my twin brother Sergio I had made an important experience to defend myself from his bullying!
These first 21 years of artistic work were characterized by my spirits of dreamer of a bucolic world and of great relationships of friendship remained for all the life and of tender and platonic love. Just what I was looking for as a counterweight to my mother’s nonaffection. And motherhood has become one of my favorite subjects certainly because I suffered from a young relationship with an affective mother not to say "military"! But as an adult and even more as a father I realized that, being a rebel if she had not "bent" me, life would do it. And then it would have been much more painful! Finally, a few years before he died (2010) I realized that he was a "sparrow" when Alzheimer’s made disappear that "armor" that protected him as it happens to many of us dreamers and sometimes deluded...
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