My life provides me with these images that become expressions of my daily experience.

I love America. I lived here too but my links are exclusively Italian.

Life can be considered as a huge wardrobe, with so many dominos hung in its cupboards, one domino per year. Now I don't see why I couldn't change my mask in this wardrobe even twice a day.

There isn't much to say about my childhood. I remember explosions of intense happiness, followed shortly afterwards by profound melancholy that always prompted remarks and comments from those around me on how remote my life was from my age. Therefore I rapidly lost all my respect for age. From then on, I always lived without any age, given that every year I used to repudiate it, choosing another one for the sole good reason that I liked it better.

I haven't even ever wanted to distort. I isolate and represent.

I know how pathetically inadequate my medium [painting] is, but unfortunately I dispose of no other.

I don't want to think that I am going to believe that I am a hell of a genius, or anything like that.