I was born in Rome, in 1970. A wonderful city that lives on contrasts: shadow and light, silence and noise, ancient and modern. A city of violent beauty, shamelessly displayed everywhere, but also full of contradictions that seem to multiply. Perhaps that's why art has always called to me: because in a contrast you can see yourself, and even recognize yourself.
I have always drawn, always felt the need to leave a mark, to capture the moment. But for a long time I took other paths. Painting remained hidden, like a language you know but don't want, can't, or dare not speak. Then, in 2013, suddenly something happened: a flash, a decision, a rebellious gesture. I picked up the colors and let them flow, no more restraint, no more hesitation. Free. Finally free!
My first canvas was a face: James Dean. A fragile and powerful icon, a symbol of rebellion and nostalgia. An image that tells the story of an era. From there, my story in color began. A story made of pop art suggestions, vibrant atmospheres, lines that do not seek perfection but emotion.
Each painting is a step forward in my search: a meeting with the past and a leap toward the future. Painting is, for me, like writing: a way to communicate, to tell stories without filters. Not by chance, my writing also follows the same rhythm, the same need to express what I live. Words and images are two sides of the same necessity: to share, to make vibrate, to move something inside those who look or read.
My experience as a speaker also comes from this need: the voice becomes the bridge between me and those who listen. It is the same urgency that drives me to paint and to write: I cannot keep inside what I feel, I have to give it back, transform it, offer it.
My intent is simple and ambitious at the same time: to be moved and to move others. This is also why I felt the need to define not so much my way of painting, but my way of "feeling." This is how Emotional Chromatism was born, what has now become my trademark. Every time I approach a canvas, a page, or a microphone, I try to create a direct, real contact. I want those who look at one of my paintings, read one of my books, or listen to my words to feel part of a dialogue.
This blog was created to tell this journey. It is not just a showcase of my works: it is an open diary, a meeting place. Here you can discover my canvases, but also the gadgets and books that continue their soul in other forms. Every object I bring with me is not just a product, but a fragment of my world, an invitation to take with you a piece of my search. Here you can get to know me better through the articles that, with a discipline that is not usual for me, I promise myself to write. It will be my irrepressible need to express myself that will guarantee the regular publication of the next writings.
If you are here, I invite you to stay. Let yourself be intrigued, explore the colors, listen to the words, make your own a detail that strikes you. Maybe you will discover that what is born from my gesture can also become yours.
Because art, when it is alive, does not belong only to those who create it, but to those who welcome it.
And my journey, without you, would remain incomplete.
Welcome to my world of colors.
