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Abstract quantum

Man is the place where the infinitely small and the infinitely large can merge. In the darkness of my studio I posses the whole universe in my darkened studio I color my days. Living in a very complex world can make us lose our bearings, but the world we are experiencing fills me with wonder in many ways. The astonishment I feel increase my inquisitive: my mind is filled with a powerful amazement, an excitation that leads me to reach an intellectual type of orgasm. On intellectual wonder i quote from F. Capra's "The Tao of Physics" preface: "I was sitting by the ocean one late summer afternoon, watching the waves rolling in and feeling the rhythm of my breathing, when I suddenly became aware of my whole environment as being engaged in a gigantic cosmic dance. Being a physicist, I knew that the sand, rocks, water, and air around me were made of vibrating molecules and atoms, and that these consisted of particles which Interacted with one another by creating and other particles, i knew also that the earth's atmosphere was continually by showers or "cosmic rays," particles of high energy undergoing multiple collisions as they penetrated the air. All this was familiar to me from my research in high-energy physics, but until that moment I had only experienced It through graphs, diagrams, and mathematical theories. As i sat on that beach my former experience came to life; I 'saw' cascades of energy coming down from outer space, in which particles were created and destroyed in rhythmic pulses; I "saw" the atoms of the elements and those of my body participating in this cosmic dance of energy; I felt its rhythm and I "heard" its sound, and at that moment I knew that this was the Dance of Shiva, the Lord of Dancers worshiped by the Hindus. I had gone through a long training in theorerical physics and had done several sears of research. At the same time, I had become very interested in Eastern mysticism and had begun to see the parallels to modern physics. I was particularly attracted to the puzzling aspects of Zen which reminded of the puzzles in quantum theory. At first between rational, analytical thinking and the meditative experience of mystical truth, was and still is, very difficult for me." Today these seeds grow up in stoneg circles of men of men of science: it's up to all men of colture to apply quantum physics theories and achievements to our existential and philosophic questions in a wider and more incisive way. Generally speaking in the history of ideas the most fruitful achievements take place when two different ways of thinking interfere. I moved from this background when I began to apply the quantum and relativity theories to my paintings. Have you ever observed the slow melting of a burning candle? Have you ever noticed the lines of your wrinkles slowly grow and go deeper? The inexorable passing of time I devouring us, with cruelty: I slowly decay little by little. I merge and stick myself onto my white enty canvas. To me painting is a Concrete Imagine a kind of Quantic Abstrac. My brush-stroke is the distinguish mark of my works: a curvi-linear, nervous and quivering brush-stroke that goes through the matter of pigmenta as the light goes all through the space. A brush-stroke made of photons. Photons go though the space in curvilinear patterns, we cannot see they but bi doubt it's a scientific evidence. Art is the concrete illusion, nothing by a dram. At I creation and it can be perceived by all. A piece of art can be analyzed or felt by fruitors. It vehicles both the artist's and fruitons dreams and intuitions. Artists are always driven by their "Daimon". Colors express the energy, they fix it on matter in a dynamism, a re-moulding process of creation, impression on causas and interpretation. All these imput Phenomena originate from electro magnetic waves, springing and trasfering light onto my causas. Waves are be used to exalt and fix the silapes of a nude woman, and waves of emotions are always rendered back by fruitons. My brush-stroke is an unwilling and automatic process fullfilled with energy: it explodes in a dance of colours, ad an erupting volcanic or an echo of the origins of space, time and matter, an electric reminiscence of the Big Bang. Human thoughs are made by electro-magnetic waves, they are energies thar dig into the depths of being and matter. We begin to perceive the truth in a sea of possibilities only trough the experience of knowledge. Possibilities are the final constituens of reality. They are given all at the same time. How can I work with them? I experience how far I can get through and go past my bounmries only pulling myself at the minium speed.

"I'd like to be a lighthouse in a dark night. However I would be ready to turn off. If you are looking at the stars above us. That's your skyline and I soffly wait for you, in silence, just to know if you will walk in my footsters", (to my beloved son, Bernardo).