Free Ideas in a Simple Mind

Is there a possibility to create a new language?

Agata treesI do not know the answer to the spoken language, even if my boy’s memories fall on Esperanto, a newspeak that had a short life and that in the intention of its promoters should have been the European language of the future.
Even in art I believe that new languages are unlikely, from the first signs on the walls of the prehistoric caves, to the latest artistic trends, everything has been “used”.
Thank God Art does not have the “limits” of music, or the seven notes of the score, it can decline itself in infinite ways, in fact this also happens with the music while having a limited starting base.
Certainly there are similarities, déjà-vu, but innovation in art, although almost never succeeds in creating a new language, exists and has always existed. Perhaps more than innovation we could talk about transformation, recalling the fundamental postulate of Lavoisier which states that “nothing is created, nothing is destroyed, everything is transformed”.
In our time, accomplice to the fact that all the letters of the artistic alphabet have been used, or better reused several times, it is impossible to write new ones. All the great artists of the last century have drawn in full hands to the recent or remote past. If we think of Picasso we know that in his infinite artistic research, he has continued to reinvent himself, looking very carefully at African and prehistoric tribal art. As he other great artists have sought, in the sign, the answer to their need to express their being men and their emotions. Kirchner for example, and with him the Expressionists, has investigated through color the way of a language as possible directed to the human unconscious, without the need of cultural mediation, without the need for aesthetic approval and decoding Linguistic. Primordial, primitive, tribal art speaks without intermediaries, that is, without filters, directly to our most archaic part.

Where do we find this archaic part and how can we perceive its existence?

To do this we must return to the early years of our childhood, to when every experience that is experienced participates in the Constitution of our being individuals and anchors of the society we live in. Before that, before learning to speak, to write, to be an individual, we learn the sign not coded. We draw lines and circles with the intent to fix what we see, feel, taste. Isn’t this art archaic? Isn’t it as close to a universal language? Every child, whatever its origin, before even expressing itself in an accomplished language, relates to the outside through a sheet and a pencil. Unfortunately of that language we lose consciousness as soon as the conventions of society begin their slow, but inexorable process of “uniformity”, when we begin to become individuals involved. The disagreements replace the cries, the graphic stereotypes eliminate the freedom of the primordial thought and so in a short time all the children draw, by convention, a man in the same way: a circle for the head with a series of lines to indicate the Arts.
Here the spontaneity ends and the illusion of freedom begins. Not for nothing Picasso claimed that at the age of four he drew as Raphael but that he needed a life to return to draw as a child. All in all it is here in the heart of the matter. What we represent is what others, society, conventions, both expect to see.
From all this the children are, for some time, free. The other day my daughter Agatha, who has recently turned six years, in representing her mother has drawn an arm composed of a main line and many lines that out, surprised we asked what all the lines represented, she with Simple ingenuity answered us that they were fingers. To the question why so many, you said that five fingers were hurt. Unfortunately this fantastic innocence will fade away soon, but how enormously innovative it would be for me to have the ability to recall the emotion. To recall the primordial decoding of reality through the ruthless, unbridled and unrestrained imagination of a child would be, for an artist, the greatest dowry to be displayed on a canvas. So to answer the original question, I do not think there is the possibility to generate an artistic language ex-Novo but only to transform it. The instrument to achieve this is the ability to regress beyond conventions and re-appropriate child freedoms, without stereotypes, paradigms and conventions. To be able to access that part of our artistic brain that, I am sure, preserves the innate simplicity of innocence.

Man and the wall

Man and the inscription on the wall: a love that is millions of years old. In fact already from Altamira or from Lascaux This love was strongly strong. Today I looked at the walls of a house and I became aware that it never ended. The art historians remind us only works worthy of note, timeless masterpieces, Lascaux precisely, the frescoes of Pompeii, the Sistine Chapel and newer artists such as Diego Rivera, Keith Haring or Bansky all madly in love with the wall. Solid support for their ideas. A well thought this love is not reserved for a few but indeed is within everyone’s reach. Certainly with results not always artistic or with maximums that the English define “impolite “, but always present, from prehistory to today. This form of expression, besides being, in some cases art, has also with liberating function; Perhaps in our society of Functional Ebeti (in which we speak from adjoining rooms via WHATSAPP) The graffiti, term stolen from the rock art, is the solidified cry of a single heart. Some, like Haring, have shouted their sickness and fear of death, others are imparting threats, insults, anatomical parts or phrases of love in the hope that the wall will solidifies the ephemeral essence. Panta Rei, except graffiti on the walls. Good Day world!

Death Knight Video

A short introduction video about the illustration Death Knight, some shots mounted with a dark music. Do not expect too much from these videos, I'm still experimenting, soon account to make one with the various steps of the realization of the drawing.

Here you can find the board of the artwork.

Alphabet #1 Video

Another short introductory video to the work titled Alphabet #1, some image mounted with a funny music. Do not expect too much from these videos, I'm still experimenting, soon account to make one with the various steps of the realization of the drawing.

Here you can find the board of the artwork.

Video Ants

I merged some images of recent work in progress and I made this short video, let me know what you think.

Working on Holy Bible

I decided to represent the decline of the monotheistic religions, where the dogma is a function of the “status quo”, often the practice is the denial of the evidence. Every religion has its flaws, every religion is used as a pretext for a holy war. Muslims and Jews are fighting in the name of religion to live in a place, when they could do so in peace, terrorism pretexts religion to try to destabilize Western society, the latter skips like its excessive welfare is paid from countries which are daily being robbed of their resources. Limited resources that today compel Trump to declare a war of duties in China and Europe.
Political ideologies are vanishing in front of personal interests, communism, socialism, fascism, nazism are variations of the same need for power of the few over the many.
The work I have crafted wants to summarize, at least in part, the idea that “politics” religious and social poison society.
Stay connected, short finish to color it.

A quick Peek

I make you peek in a page of the book that I am realizing, still missing the texts, if ever there will be. I deliberately used a simple sign to launch simple messages.
In This double page you can see a queen surrounded by numerous workers who carry food and gifts of all kinds.

Small Ideas Grow

The project of the book takes shape, a short story enclosed in six tables, with the idea of transmitting simple concepts: diversity and Prejudice.
I have already created a first draft of the storyboard. The provisional title convinces me quite: Alone.

Book for Ants

Recently my wife, who is also an artist, began the realization of a book illustrated together with a friend writer. It is a particularly interesting work, which intrigued me particularly. I’m maturing the idea of making a storyboard to see if I can create a mute story that can tell children something. Been connected, I think a few sketches will come soon.


Well yes, after a fairly long period of inertia I started to have a little inspiration. I will be complicit in the injury that I relegates at home, but these days I felt strongly the need to return to express my ideas through the sign. Always ants, always thick lines.

I am still looking for integrations to the language, almost monosyllable, which I used so far. I have to broaden the letters and words of the broadcast. In fact it seems to me, until today, that I have used a few letters of an extremely extensive alphabet. Surely these days I am concentrating on defining new declinations of my particular artistic world. We will see what will come, for now what I have sketched satisfies me enough, but now I have to search for the correct colors to be associated with the marks on paper.

I would be just a craftsman

I will try to experiment, even in this case I want to use colors as possible pure, complementary or contrasting colors. I want to try to squeeze myself in this direction of the desert where I am. I see another mirage and basically something I might like. These days I’m working on some sketches to identify the alphabet I want to use. In front I definitely have some paintings of Keith Haring, but I do not want to confine myself to stealing, I feel the need to insert something of my own, otherwise I would be just a craftsman.

Art is non balance

I have to say that even here I did not achieve what I wanted. I am not satisfied, I do not like what I produce, I do not feel that quiver, looking at my drawings, which makes me feel fulfilled that I should arouse emotions.
Basically if this thing doesn’t happen to me I don’t think it can happen to others.
Now I’m concentrating on further simplification of design, simplifying subjects and lines but in a controlled way.
Not a nervous line like that of the last works but a more precise, clean line, similar to that used by Keith Haring.
The idea I now have is to turn to natural sources, to subjects of the microcosm. As a kid, and even today, I have always been fascinated by ants, ladybirds, butterflies and all insects in general.


The importance of ideas

The other day I was explaining, during a lesson, the importance of ideas compared to other things, especially in the world outside the school. As the ideas are much more palatable, from the companies, than the knowledge alone. To do this I presented some works of Keith Haring and Jean-Michel Basquiat. Surely the first is more akin to my ideas, or rather the idea of art that I had as a boy: a clean and thick line that borders on flat surfaces, with vivid primary colors.
Now I would like to start a return to this type of experimentation, recently I went from images where the color was predominant in relation to the line.
There was no real contour line, the images were generated by color planes, to a slow breakdown of these planes through the insertion of darker lines.
These lines have become increasingly inconsistent with the design itself, but useful in inserting a background texture, and then passing, in the last period, to the breakdown in lines, with limited directions, nervous, which fragment the design, dematerializeing the surfaces, sometimes colored with primary colors, sometimes left blank.

In the Desert of My Art

For me to make art is like being lost in a forest or in a wilderness, here is perhaps better to say in a desert.
In a desert, because sometimes follow their inspirations is difficult as getting on a dune, sometimes it is easier, how to get down, sometimes you see a mirage and you think you can reach the vision. You pursue that road, but you don’t get anything. Sometimes you stop to look at pebbles, thinking they can hide the source of the perfect art, but in reality they are just pebbles.
Today I wanted to reflect on the way I do art. I always look around, what they do or have done others in the past. I like to observe them, especially I try to understand how the transformation of concepts into ideas, of course it is not simple and very often I can not.
I change often because then I get bored. Always doing the same things is absolutely depressing as well as not being able to find, all in all, a language that I enjoy.
Retracing the last two years, compared to what I have produced, I can certainly say that I went in the direction of simplification. Although I am always fascinated by the work of Kirchner, which with color and lines, sometimes very crude, manages to tell some incredible stories; On the other hand I also like very much the simplicity of Mondrian.
Not obviously the Mondrian of the last period, in which the geometrical abstraction had arrived, but rather it is the process to arrive at that geometrical abstraction that always fascinates me. The Mondrian trees, the decompositions with which through curved lines realizes the perception, without actually ever representing it.

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