Tag: #inspiration

Let It Be Love

A few years back, and for a while, I was having apocalyptic dreams of natural forces having the best of human kind. Tidal waves, tornadoes, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, you name it. Usually, the dream ended just as I was about to get hit by one element or another, so I could never really figure out how I would end up, so to speak. One day, I came across an online article about a bunch of people who climbed down into an active volcano. The piece was correlated with awesome pictures of the fiery cauldron, which ended up being the foundation for this piece. I then…

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Since my adolescent days, and more pronouncedly in my early teens I had real issues with fitting into the so-called norm of middle-class urban Italian culture. It could have been something that was due to my mixed cultural upbringing. Possibly it may have had something to do with some inscrutable and inherited information deeply buried into my DNA spiral. Or maybe, some other past life trait of that immortal part of me, we like to call soul. More likely, looking back it's a combination of all these three aspects in unison. Yet that said, right from early on I just couldn't help to resign myself…

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Them dicks that rule your wick

While I was managing a summer rental villa in Ibiza between 2016 and 2017, a group of British women showed up for a weekend of debauchery and fun in the sun to celebrate one of them getting hitched. When they left, I asked one of them to leave me a very realistic penis mask as a souvenir. Because you just never know when you want to literally and not just figuratively look like a dick. Stupid jokes aside, I had wanted to make a digital print about secret societies for a while and had spent quite a long time searching and collecting high-res pictures of…

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That’s All Folks!

A while ago, I was following the Pizzagate news story that unfolded mainly over the web, intrigued and at the same time disgusted by its narrative and implications. It felt kind of weird how it kept surfacing linked to what seemed the most random events, such as the John Podesta emails leak and the failure of the Hillary Clinton campaign, as well as the suicides of musicians Chris Cornell, Chester Bennington and the beginning of the Jerry Epstein scandal which recently led to his mysterious death whilst detained in prison. To add more fuel to the fire, a movie came out starring Joaquin Phoenix intent…

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Crystal Lizzies

When I was about 12 years old and spending my summer holidays at my grandparents home in North England, a kid we played with, one with a difficult family background to say the least, was keen to summon evil forces via a ritual that involved peeling an orange in a certain way whilst standing in front of a mirror and reciting a pater nostrum prayer backwards. So, being the inquisitive type I still am, I tried it. More to prove this particularly fellow wrong than anything else, given there had been some childish beef between us. Back at my grandparents place, I waited until I…

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AlieNation

Since I can remember I've always felt like an alien. Growing up with parents from two distinctively different cultures can do that to you. There was a time during my teenage years where I often felt out of place. I didn't feel neither fish nor fowl, so to speak. If I was in the UK people would say: "ah OK so you're Italian then! ". In Italy it was: "eh you are so British! ". It's all pretty harmless criticism, but my sensitivity was deeply attuned to certain feelings of alienation already, so little things like this forced me to deal with it and make…

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Killer Monkeys

This digital artwork was inspired by the combination of two visual references. One, cinematic. The other, editorial. There is a short clip from an excerpt dialogue in Quentin Tarantino's "Pulp Fiction", one whereby the character Jules - a hitman played by Samuel L. Jackson - is speaking over the phone to his boss Marcellus Wallace. "Shit negro, that's all you had to say!" He retorts, and hangs up the phone. Despite its banality, it held some fascination. While I was travelling on the underground I picked up one of those free no-news-papers that litter the carriages. Those toilet rolls whose only practical purpose is to…

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