FRANCO PAISIO

Recreating a memory

Although around the corner void is lurking, I live my solitude this side of the road
how colourful silence can be and how cheerful
But now that my labyrinthine path, made of light and darkness, is inexorably approaching the exit. These works on paper want to be a testament, a sign, a confession of moments.
Moments of frissons and shadows, moments of unquestionable joy or of anguish.
They want to be like children, that in the dark whistle to exorcize not fear but the unknown.