N’Uovo

An egg.
Just an egg.
A beauty in its self.
In it’s shell.
It’s shape.
Mathematical,
Biological,
Physiological,
Philosophical,
Symbolical,
Boiled,
Done well.
A pleasure...
To my taste.

Oil on Canvas 120x120 cm

One Scrambled Egg Scape

Oil on Canvas 100x80 cm

Narrow Egg Scape

An egg to behold for a moment
beheld at an arm length away.

One step forward to reach
its horizon entwined with the skyline.

In such a deep moment
lies infinity in the palm of my hand.

Oil on Canvas 70x80 cm

Eggshell Scape

Passing through at the skylines,
Is a way to enter this world...

To be in a world to see,
Is breaking through eggshells...

To see a world,
is walking on these...

Oil on Canvas 70x80 cm

Tonno Rosso

The Red Tuna Fish...

On the cutting edge,
in a double yolk Egg Scape

In phase of extinction...

A world to see.
To see a world.
A world with-out

Oil on Canvas 90x100 cm

Egghead Scape

Heading for the horizon,
where all the eggheads,
horses and man
tumble over and over
and over again
and again.

Oil on Canvas 70x80 cm

Eggs Scape

The interchangeable perspective of the
Egges Scape
A dual-sight in one window,
A world defined by height width and depth

Oil on Canvas 70x80 cm

Edge Scape

Driven by the wind
Going about and about...
Heading straight for the skyline...
Tumbling over the horizons cutting edge...
These shells are ever so transparent...
Are there windows in a blind wall ?

Oil on Canvas 70x80 cm

Bootlegg Scape

Entwined with the skyline,
fits one egg into its perspective
like a glove..

One egg in this perspective
is a roots out of two

Oil on Canvas 70x80 cm

Egg Scaper

To go about in an Egg Scape is to be
In a world to see and to see a world.
Is to go about and heading for …
A different horizon.

Oil on Canvas 100x80 cm