The Tree House: Freedom, Refuge and playing “For some time now, the conviction has been growing in me that human culture springs from playing—as game—and develops within it.” (Homo Ludens, J. Huizinga, p. 7, 1938) I have been fortunate enough to live near tiny woods for the last 20 years of my life. In those small green paradises, I could take my children for walks and teach them about trees, plants, insects, stones, and soil. These little groves were just steps from home, but once we...

In order to be perceived in nature and in plastic works, light needs contrast, to coexist with darkness; if we lack this condition, the viewer is exposed to dazzlement: he stops seeing and "the seer drowns in the primordial sea of ​​light, which at the same time ceases to be experienced as clarity" (1) In this painting there is a light (I hesitate to call it "The Light"), in which we see a wound or an opening. I can't even define whether it was caused by the tip of the tree branch or if it...

The story of Ambar, born from a lightning bolt embedded in a rock. They say that from a stew of stars a thin copper lightning bolt emerged, and that it was drawn to this celestial body. The lightning bolt embedded itself in a rock, hollowing it out as if it were an egg. There, it transformed into hundreds of tiny amber crystals. On a cold day, after warmth, the stone split. Several crystals jumped out together and formed a heart. With the electric arts of the lightning bolt that still lived...