Today we’ve a look at the works of Claudio Parentela, a 56 year old creative from Italy.
Claudio: I like to discover myself little by little. A little every day, every istant, in the time following. Following the moon with my feet, following the most distant planets with my black gloves. Every collage is a journey in and out of me with my dirt pajamas. A beautiful and unique way to communicate with me and with you, now and in the past. In hidden, shameless, unpredictable, uncertain, timid ways. Every piece of me is of white and of black, of color and of all the colors. All the pieces of me have no color and I’m hungry for new ways and new colors, I’m hungry for nothing and for all the colors. I photograph my soul and I paste it to yours ,to your bones and to your old car… I’m motionless and I run tirelessly. I love my old and rusted bathtub and the sea in winter. I’m your voice and I have no need for words.
I am 56 years old, Italian, I love all artists of all time, of my time, of all the universes. Art is a wonderful dance, I love to photograph the black stars, I love to paint the solitary tiger , I want to celebrate, I want to dance to my death and my love.
My art is anarchical, schizophrenic, freakish, cool. I love the black indian ink, its thousand and thousand shades, the thousand thousand shades of the soul, of the souls of past and of Pluto and Mars. I use ropes, wires, needles, thread, scissors, knives to be here and there, here and there in your and in my heart. I love the the dark clouds and the pink storms.