Plasmantico: Day through the eyes of the night | 2016 | 60x80cm | Acrylic on canvas
As an Italian living in Latvia, I go through the long and cold winter days in my own way. Every morning I walk on the snowy and ice-laden streets and often my gaze is captivated by the freezing snow on the ground. I look intensely at it, and what I see is the struggle for life and existence: heat and cold, movement and stagnation fight in a vortex of energy that seems to permeate all space and time.
When I raise my eyes, I can see the same in the air, in the clouds, in the barren trees, and in the people around me. Forces move and strive over and inside the surface, fighting their way through the ice and the winter stagnation, never giving up.
It's a sea full of life, an emptiness full of unforeseeable magnetic forces and embryonic fluctuations, only apparently frozen in a state of paralysis: life and energy are just under the surface, in a conglomerate of bubbling perseverance, ready to burst out and exist in the eyes of the beholders.