I started drawing female faces as a child.

I liked being alone and copying the faces I found in magazines.

I used to get lost for hours immersed in the shadows and chiaroscuro recreated by my pencil, as in a sort of self-taught meditation, where reality remained blurred in the background, and I dived into the certainty of my inner world.

 

 

When I start a portrait, the first step is to choose the image.

It must resonate in me in some way

 

I have to feel a bond that in the beginning is only an embryo. In the second phase, I choose the technique to use and what type of cut it will have,

how it will be balanced.

There must be an equilibrium, between full and empty.

 

The next step, after drawing the baselines, is the choice of color. This is perhaps the most important part because the colors and the various combinations are what will then give body to the work, make it physical, not just thought. The penultimate phase is realization. The work develops guided by my trait, but it begins to be independent. I understand that I have finished it when I feel that it is looking at me and that it is detaching itself.

The last step is to give it a name,

and with the name a story.