The shaman we once were is now hidden by rationality, skepticism, conceit, lack of imagination. The child recalls the shaman in himself whenever he observes and simply traces what we have stopped seeing. It’s all there, in that look full of love that takes and gives. The fruitful exchange in a time in which forests, spirits, dances, heaven and earth were made of one thing.
My shaman is not a Medicine-man, he is the one who goes in search of the spirits and returns from the journey with a munificent vision. It is a gesture of instinctive color that comes from nothing and has the confidence to trace a possible way of transformation – To share and walk together – Taking care of angels, demons and minor stars.

Rainy-flowers Blues, 2017, acrylic, graphite, ink
and collage on canvas – 135 x 95 cm.

 

 

 

The angel and the star, 2018, acrylic, graphite, ink
and collage on canvas – 137 x 97 cm

 

I lift my colors aloud, 2017, acrylic
and collage on canvas – 130 x 95 cm.

 

The first nite, 2017, acrylic
and collage on canvas – 130 x 95 cm.

 

God-mask of Blues, 2017, 2017, acrylic
and collage on canvas – 130 x 90 cm.

 

Empty-skulled news, 2018, acrylic, graphite, ink, symbol transfers
and collage on cardboard – 40 X 50 cm.

 

Going back (in time line), 2018, acrylic, graphite, ink, symbol transfers
and collage on cardboard – 30 X 40 cm.

 

Naked covered with coloured ash, acrylic, graphite, symbol transfers
and collage on cardboard – 40 X 50 cm.

 

Shaman (rising from the bleak), acrylic, graphite, ink, symbol transfers
and collage on cardboard – 40 X 50 cm.