FLOWERS
I paint flowers as I would paint Mandalas, pieces for meditation. I get lost in a grid of branches, leaves and petals. The stems become pathways of a labyrinth that takes me inside myself. I watch the flowers dance, looking for the light. The bouquet is on the table. A few brushstrokes, but I am not happy, the tulips look so rigid in their pose. I almost ask them to turn the way I think they will look more beautiful. They will not. I give up and suddenly, they curl their stems for me in the most elegant pose. The sixth tulip has finally opened his petals: he shows me the cross on his heart. I have to be fast to portray on the canvas this magic moment. In a minute he will turn his head. I love painting flowers, I believe they are a concrete symbol of the angelic energies.

Process | Movement | Flowers | Gold | Carpets | Red