Textiles are the medium that unravels my wandering, searching for provisional balances. Sculptural surface capable of strong tactile
and visual impressions, in its more natural and less artificial forms it attracts me because it ably summarizes many aspects of my nature:
order, rigor, but also pliability, the surrender to the empty space, penetrability. Shield from the world or canvas where to represent
signs and drawings of my perception, in close contact with the body by instinct they become a dress, a second skin that swings
between chosen and imposed role, among acknowledge forms and unconscious signs. In and out of the cloth the thread movement draws the
story, laying down the narration rhythm. Slowed down by the stitching hand, it becomes a hypnotic tune that carries elsewhere, it opens
itself to possible changes of direction and asks every senses to pay attention.
I search for unaffected images, genuinely expressing what I am in the moment I am. Applying with innate care and often insane self-criticism
my ripened knowledge, yet with obstinacy I shrink from virtuosity, technical rigidity, any -ism which cages exploration and clouds the contents,
the meaning dimension, the vibration underlying the formal impulse. I confess a visceral preference for details, little particulars, the slight
line that I like to subtract from the fleeting glance. I indulge in thinking, which loves to observe and strives for comprehension.
I feel it in action when I look through the lens of my camera, by which silently I explore the relationship that triggers off among me,
my object and the space we both pulsate within in a binary pace. Referring to Nature is a survival strategy, the compass that goes along
the foot, specially when everything around pressures over measure. From it I draw honest breaths, symbols and colours.