You, who landed here, what are you searching for? An investment? Well, if you want only monetary speculation, then you'd better change your road. Do you expect to read here senseless words of false professors, unknown journalist or anonymous experts of art glorifying my paintings? No, this is not the right destination. Don't get in.
Do you want to verify how many exhibitions I took part in? No, I did not list any exhibitions I had in Italy apart one, that took place in 2009 in Cagliari, my birth city.

But if you want to invest in emotions yes, it could be the right destination.
What you could find here is the pleasure of an emotion. The pleasure of a pain. The pleasure of a pleasure. NOTHING MORE.
When I paint a face I do not require that face to convince the art critic. When I draw a church or a horse I am not trying to please the priest or the jockey.
When I apply the color on a body of a woman I don't think about the private house or the art gallery that will host that female body.
The hands, the hands, which are the sign and the dream of my images, are hands of man, strong, virile, irregular. They conquer and seduce because they are the hands of labour and soil.