Thirty

🚨🚨🚨NEW ANNOUNCEMENT🚨🚨🚨

All the paintings are now sold out!!
Don’t panic tho, a lot more projects are on their way…There’s more art I am working on as you might have noticed lately I am working on landscapes and nature.
I had really good feedback on those and sold a few.
However, I am still keen to create more abstract pieces too. I am gathering experiences in my life, make new memories, enjoy my time. And very soon they will be posted on my page and all of my platforms.

I am also finishing to write and design my visual book, which it’ll be self-published before the end of this year – the picture you see it’s the cover. I decided to write “Thirty” and group together pictures of my background, where I come from and how I developed my artistic ethic. My journey from childhood to thirty – the title. The book shows an insatiable desire to stand still in front of a world that has lost all concerns for others. You’ll be looking at the every day life of a homosexual Italian artist. Rage. Struggle. Happiness. Sadness. Dark and light. Assumptions. Judgements. A lot of work. Joy. Sex. Anxiety. Freedom. Hope. Dream. The aim is to inspire others to believe in oneself, not to see who I could have become but who I am now.

A little story to remember I am doing the right thing

Hey guys! First of all I want to thank all of you to like, share and comment my posts. And also all of those who came to my apartment to view and buy my art. You are all making this artist proud and happy 😊.

So after all of the commissions I had in the last couple of months, I ran out of materials completely. I decided to pay a visit to my local art supplier and buy everything I need to carry on making art. Easy, beside the fact I couldn’t drag all of it at ones on my own. I decided to order a cab! Pretty standard right? See I hope you guys kinda get how easy life is for me, so far with this story…The car arrives. The driver confirms my name. He opens the boot of the car, and helps me to load all my canvases, colours, bags, boxes, and more canvases. We jump in the car and he affirms “you pretty dedicated for a hobbyist”…quite proud I go “Darling, this is my job, I’m an Artist”. He then goes “Did you study to make art?”. “Nope, I haven’t studied to make art, I learned all myself. My parents always thought me to follow what I believe, even tho they didn’t get me. But they gave me everything they could afford, and I managed to do the rest my own. I feel quite lucky to be fair”. He then changed his attitude and tells me “Well my parents sent me to Science school cause they believed, and I still, that being an artist won’t be as remunerative as a normal job…” I then switched too by his assumptions, answering “Honey, I am pretty sure I am paying the fare for my journey, and that your boot is loaded with stuff I need to continue my career…” He changed again trying to show me all of his story about wanting to be an actor/director in theatres, his note book filled with thoughts and acts..I wasn’t impressed. That for me is pretty standard. You see? I live easy. If I want to do something I do it, obviously without affecting others. Very few are able to make a difference with what they really want cause they know it’s closer to their heart. So is what I am doing here.

I just want everybody to know that if you really believe in something, despite the fact money are involved or not, you can do it. Yes, money can give you the freedom not to choose anymore. But do they enhance your imagination or make you an expert?

What do you guys think? What do you see here? What path would you rather follow, the one that gives you comfort but not joy, or the one that rewards you as a human being?

Spring Updates

March has been a crazy curve in my creative life.
✔️ Yes, I have made my Solo Exhibition possible.
✔️ Yes, I have been creating more and more art.
✔️ Yes, I have launched my youtube channel.
✔️ Yes, I have been collaborating with other artists.
✔️ And yes, I am just carrying on in this very challenging political and economic climate.

I always wanted to talk about how to be an artist today, in 2019, with all is going on right now. Art is about making reality easier and more pleasant for those that have an eye to judge it aesthetically, and if they look closer they might be able to find the irony of life in it. Some of you appreciate my work and let me know via direct messages or comments on my posts on facebook and instagram. Some others instead think that a young adult ending his twenties writing a book about his life, it is not as interesting as someone else older or more successful and famous than myself. Or, some more others might think that an Italian Gay Artist living in London is not as good as an ordinary person that earns money abusing power and bully other people, simply because the background isn’t the same.

You see? I am not writing a book of what others would love to read about and I am not talking about my life as a crazy and super exciting experience, so that I sell millions of copies. I am collecting thoughts and opinions I have learnt myself throughout my stages so that maybe someone can get inspired from them, or can feel in some sort of way related to the same background as mine. My book will be a motivational book for creatives, it will recharge your vision for aesthetic and beauty. And if you believe this is a way for me to get exposed to a world more and more delusional, well you got it wrong. I want people to read it of course, and I also want to reach as many people as possible and share the same beliefs. But I won’t give up my morals and principles of being an Artist that has worked so hard for equal rights, that has used his voice in the right manner. I just won’t give in to the system made by small people that carefully cherish so well a compromised yet comfortable life. Guess what? Nothing is more sure than knowing who you really are.

So I am reaching to those artists that perhaps live in a small town, or those young people who do not have the right support at home, or ,again, those others that simply don’t know how to get their voice heard because it’s hard to face blindness.

March has been a crazy curve, and still here I am, talking about what I love. Until death will take me away from it. My name is Roberto, I am an Artist and I am aware of the consequences.

I’m writing a book

I have been sharing this a lot lately, but I haven’t post it here on my blog yet. I am writing a book about my life and my experiences as an artist, since I remember of holding a brush in my hand. The title is not revealed yet, but I can share a few sentences which I hope you are going to enjoy.

It’s more than just a thought, a feeling. It’s more than the sight of a beautiful creature, tangible to bare hands. It’s like when you’re listening to a song and, before you know it, you’re nodding your head and tapping your feet on the ground. Usually, it comes at night, when we’re alone in the dark. Or in the morning, when we breath in the first sun. Inspiration drives an artist back home, or to shores and islands never seen. It takes us to places we didn’t figure out the very day before. It surprises us with optimism and enthusiasm, with the excitement of an idea that’s within reach. And it is why the Gods created the Muses so that artists could then create the Gods

I am writing now and should be ready at some point end of this year. It’s a long term project and I will share more about it as I go, without revealing too much as I want to keep the surprise factor. But once it’s ready, of course, you’ll all be able to know.