Ancient canvas processing.
An old new practice made with time, vegetable products, mud, wine, beeswax, patina and a lot sweat.

The technique? There isn’t a precise technique, every canvas has its own path, age, history. There isn’t a beginning and a end. The satisfaction degree of the workmanship is dictated only by the mind.

My canvases are old, wear out, eroded but their real peculiarity is not appreciated by looking at them with direct light as in some vernissage, they are not appreciated by looking at a more or less beautiful subject or decoration.

My canvases are appreciated by looking at them in the back, simply admiring what isn’t there. Placing a light on the back of the canvas. There will be figures, graffiti, true
perforated sindones … almost as if the decoration leave the own space at the air.