The older I get, the more I realize how much growing up in a rural environment has had an impact into who I am. Not just as a human being, but as an artist, too (not that I can really separate those two intertwined sides of myself).
As a child, I was allowed to roam the streets (in which there was no asphalt, but stones, and a herd of sheep passing by daily, on their way to the countryside) and free to run to the nearby pine tree forests as I pleased.
I would play with the mud, the leaves and the flowers, the branches and the sand (who hasn’t done wet sand cakes?!)
It is not surprising that my favourite artist of all times is Giuseppe Penone, him being a reference to my own artistic practice many times throughout the years.
In his work he uses natural, alive materials as a metaphor of time. Both nature and time are not just an essential element of his art pieces, but play and active role, defining their physical qualities by inducing changes of their own, beyond the artist’s hand. Becoming the creator.
For a while I was really obsessed with his work, and created some sculptures myself trying to work with his same logic. Such as this chair:
This chair, not meant to be sat on, I built using branches, pine cones and other natural elements myself. Then placed it in a special place, leaving it there to decompose, transform, and disappear.