There are places that over time become familiar, because they remind me that I am walking, and that the road is still long and difficult. In this painting about San Francisco, only black and white with few touches of color, the floor of the road in the foreground is all slippery, and becomes defined only towards the end of the hill. The buildings have some color inserts, made through the oil pastel, which blends the vertical movements of the buildings […]

In September everything starts again and for this new beginning I thought abaut a view of a San Francisco’s street. Few traits and few elements, because starting a new day, not everything appears to my eyes clear and defined on the horizon; I like to start with a few things, with all the tension being thrown from a point up, towards the orange. My work on SFO roads began with some of Wayne Thiebaud’s works, an artist that I’ve seen […]

As I get up in the morning, thinking about all the daily, I feel myself as in front of an uphill ride. The streets in San Francisco are just that, very long, with steep climbs and as many descents. The yellow taxi in the road is me, just got up, which I still have to put in the right lane before the rise. I wanted to give more clarity and brightness to the uphill road because that is where the […]