Is conceptual street photography an oxymoron?
The intoxicating, primordial, orgiastic, liberating, action of vomiting.
No cause and effect link between one’s life and one’s hand is possible, yet the line of life on my palm is split. A sense of rupture coupled with a child-like wonder at the real and virtual surrounding worlds permeate my work: paintings, painting installations,objects, photography.
Meaning is not the reason of being of the work I produce, it is merely its excuse.
I am not interested in Art Theory or Art History in these writings, but rather in marking a theoretical and critical space for the practice and development of my own artistic endeavours. This space is not so much about certainties, but rather about an ungrown territory of enquiry defined by ever changing fences.
Now I am having two impudent pigeons kissing in my balcony, while others, riotous, proceed to systematically and efficiently demolish it.
When I mentioned to him that I had seen this painting, Pietro Lorenzetti, Christ Between Saints Peter and Paul, c.1320, he just recoiled, as if I had said a very dirty word.