"Speaking about coexistence in that I'm interested in the margins, the potential and the limits that it possesses, but the limits aren't given by this in itself, but by the inability to manage/control it both personally and collectively, in my work this "limit" is put to the test not only from the narrative point of view, but also in physical way, in the attempt to create hybrid "artifacts" using materials from different origin and nature, thus undermining this balance this ability to co-exist in the same body is put to the test, often emerge a conflict rather than a symbiosis, a fight, a struggle, so the works are configured as consumed, eroded, weak, but at the same time pungent and blunt bodies. 
This struggle generates consequences, completely transfiguring the body of the object, they are aggressive and tired bodies, dirty and exhausted, worn out, mutated rendered wicked and angry, helpless, at the end they are bare. I have always been interested in mutability of identity (due to various phenomena and changes) I started from my own experiences, but not wanting to be autobiographical or rhetorical, but using them as a starting point (being able to create a separation).
However in my process in the act of doing, I'm aware that exist always a controlled and capable part to be managed and a wholly instinctive and irrational part. 
I talked about a hybrid and a surrogate because the boundary line that separates them is always very thin, but it doesn't depend only being physical, but on what emerges, from saturation by emotional recycling, from exhaustion that comes out of bodies. My imaginary is studded with dramas, fear, but at the same time fascination for the dark, from the emptiness caused by losses, continuous failures and the misunderstanding that only the tale can create. 

//matter, //flesh, ///body, perceiving the other, allows me to enter a land (or field or ring) without jurisdiction, in a private space, without filters, having a naked body in front of me. Feeling the other enter brings me into a relationship of forces, of which soon memory will fade away. At the limit of desire, without form, pure or not it gives space to thought, which isn’t reduced to a gesture, but to the loss of control that reveals itself in different forms, sometimes as a ferocious act of ​prevarication, others as a disharmony in search of a missing nature for a nature, it is (that we miss) missing in itself, in human being. Without ever being consoling. This is materiality, my need to feel what's underneath the epidermis. So do beyond everything, the now inconsistent and saturated image, beyond the result, but where the structure is only made of broken bones and open wounds. 
Materiality is deprived of technique, out of any format. Someone would say between the indefinite and the vague, someone would say. It is in the stomach."