Il vaso e la brocca (The vase and the pitcher) Painting

From my website: Yurei is the name chosen to sign my works of Figurative Art. I don’t perceive it as a coincidence, even if everything in my life first appeared in a game shape . “Just for fun” was also my approach to painting: a long period of convalescence, longing for “something in common” with the one beside me, the curiosity to try my hand at a language that had always fascinated but at the same time scared me; the inability to tell using the brushes, and the colors – I have always been in love with black and white -, and the strokes on the paper, the things that pressed inside me and needed to come out. Even more at that time, because they were days in which I was strongly experiencing the after-effects of a hospitalization that showed its unespected disabling profile. On my birthday I gifted myself a small set of watercolors, the cheapest of the brushes, a pad of paper. Nothing more to find again that “inner child” who took me by the arm along my exepriences with Theater, Writing, Photography, and which I was slowly returning to caress. I began to recover. Watercolours, brushes, paper; they all became crutches. The days were no longer “infinite”. I started walking again. No destination. But I was walking. And as life sensed the rustle of footsteps, the slow pace of walking, the adagio on the ground, revealed unknown obstacles and let them appear before my tracing a path. They lead me. I started looking through a new gaze and I touched the essentiality within which I put back together pieces of my days , thrown away randomly by that something “unexpected” that forced me like laces on the wrists, arms, feet, in a huge sea without shore: my dearest ones, my being what I love, my art. “art” that slowly moved towards its noblest, most ancient meaning again: the art of the farrier, the carpenter, the accountant, the comedian, the painter. Craft. I had no “shop” where to train. The stage only. And my Masters. Without ever telling me anything. But in their silence and in my gaze, they conveyed a being Theater that I found every day among uncertain brushstrokes and invented colors, curiosity, a never-sated “depth”, a desire to make mistakes always in a different way. The need to say, beside. The “inner child”. A man who tells stories by profession and has a neverending curiosity as a tool. Thus, Yurei was born. And I keep travelling, cuz each new day, is not over yet.