SOME OF MY PORTRAITS.

Portrait are those part of us, seen through the eyes of an interpreter. Look at a person in the eyes, talking to her, understanding in a fleeting minute if it’s happy or if the eyes are hiding a secret drama, this makes a painter, giving form and colour to a dream. All this are portraits, sometimes forbidden dreams, and set out liars in a magical moment of life. As a portrait painter, I painted at Milan boys, men and women with different faces, sometimes warriors or intangible nymphs like butterflies. I looked at them and the mystery is dense, then a light in their eyes, a drafted smile, an eyebrow that rises up and here it’s revealed: my last portrait starts. Good job painter