StAnDbY
“Everything fixed etching the background two individuals like two empty boxes no sound no move facing cameras and waiting keep waiting for nobody in particular standby”
AdApT
acrylic, oil pastel, graphite, gel ink on paper “These times are the times where we shape where we mold these are the times in which we camouflage these are the times about dark days and bright nights to these times I stand still to these times can’t fight …
OrA eT LaBoRa
acrylic, oil pastel, gek ink, graphite, print on paper ©2018
I am proud to be part of this new project with AuFondDuBois Gallery So excited for this new adventure 15 MARCH – 18 MARCH 2018 I will show some brand new artworks made specifically for my new representative gallery for this event I will send more infos in …
UnTiTlEd
acrylic, oil pastel, graphite, gel ink, print on paper 2018 ©FabioCoruzzi
CoLlEcTiVe Is DeAd
Bergamot Station is a hub for contemporary art in Los Angeles. It’s a lovely district in which a number of galleries and design shops exist close like a community. The community sits next to the Metro Station in Santa Monica. It has survived gentrification and eventually demolition. Real estate developers are waiting – …
AnNoNuOvO MeRdAVeCcHiA
Pezzi di cotechino, lenticchie, caffe’, panettone, prosecco, -Oh! Oh! Dai che c’e’ il conto alla rovescia! – cheppalle e’ ancora presto – dieci, nove,otto,sette,sei…. pluff! Eiacula lo spumante All’ anno che verra’, a un anno migliore. Fanculo al passato. Si, certamente. Ormai si guarda all’ anno nuovo come se si guardasse Cicciolina e Moana …
P . C . H
Reality on Pacific Coast Highway Acrylic, oil pastel, gel ink, graphite, print on paper original monotype cm 28 x 22 2017
ArE YoU Ok?
[ read through the lines ] “This is Los Angeles. Like any urban jungle on Earth, this city is world within the world. Strange stories happens everyday, people are witnessing an apparently normal situation but the more I get old, the more I got convinced that certain things happens …
BaIlBoNd
[ read through the lines ] I ‘ve always wanted to be a spectator someone silently present a ghost I absorb the reality the only way to fit in the space the only way of being spectator the witness of my feelings my visual world my state of mind …