Rust is the memory of iron
My story is made of the stones of Chiona, the flowers of mount Subasio and etruscan iron; my works reflect this story using the signs of passion time, as if they were relics or shipwrecks.
Being an artist is a mental attitude that leads you to constantly seek out the reason for everything.
Memory enables us to read and understand the reality that surrounds us, with everything that nature and history left us. In the same way, rust is the memory of iron.