I was born in 1950 in the North East of Italy from a polish mother and a sicilian father.
I toured the world until I was 35, then I returned to Italy and picked up again my old passion: painting and sculpture.
As for myself, I can only say: thoughts and paintings, paintings and thoughts. Everything maybe useless, however everything is life.
“The human being leaves its signs, graffiti, indian dreams and imagination.
Now I only have left a few more possibilities to express the colors which are not.
Only the sign, scratched, angry or brushed is the witness.
The sign has passed from there and there it has lived.”