Yūrei 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, Yūrei was born.
And I keep travelling, cuz each new day, is not over yet.
Thanks to Stefania Di Nunno for the translation.