Tag: #life

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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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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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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