When I saw the image of this work by Ilaria Berenice for the first time, it was like looking at myself in a mirror that reflected the chaos I carried inside for a lifetime.
Inside I saw Francis Bacon, I saw Giger, a darker Alex Gray, I felt Tool and even a little bit of Borges’ minotaur.
I waited months before being able to pick it up and discover that, in addition to this and another wonderful work by her partner Paolo Amoretti, two pencil portraits of William Burroughs that she had drawn in unsuspecting times, would return home with me.
Needless to say here, but I will say it anyway, that besides the works I finally had the opportunity to have a chat again, of those capable of teaching you something new. Perhaps the power of art lies precisely in this.