Sometimes someone or something overlooks the sea of the mind, sometimes calm and deep, sometimes agitated on the surface, but even when it is calm it hides snares lurking grabs the victim and drags him among its powerful whirlpools, now above, now below his surface, storm winds and sudden calm have always fascinated those who venture on a journey sometimes without return. 

 

Art, for me, or rather the artistic one that pressed in my soul, appeared perhaps too early, a little out of obligation, a little for fun a little at school and a little at home, in pencil, it liked to move and accompany himself with other colored ones, because, for me, it is the materials that move the imagination in one direction or another or, the hand from right to left, from top to bottom, I don't think it's a coincidence. From pencil to crayons, from crayons to watercolors, from these to tempera and oil, the step can be short if the wind of emotions lashes the sea of mind.

 

A gate can represent salvation but also resoluteness, when the subject, uncertain, overlooks the waters of thought. In the distance, something appears, a movement or just a luminous illusion draws his attention, but where was he before? Why hadn't he seen it? He was simply immersed in it, involuntarily involved in its movements, tossed at times, sometimes placidly immersed, fantasies, ghosts, passions: involuntary movements .. of the soul .. and then a gate: or open or close.

 

And you would like to rest.. from the mind and its deceptions, from its fascinating ghosts, and sometimes it happens, when the pencil or the brush absorb you, or they are absorbed ... by the soul you want to express: from the indefinite to the finished, from the infinite to the finished, from ghosts to being with an unconscious..consciousness that opens onto the sea..of the mind.