"[… ] What immediately made an impression on me was your referring to human experiences, to your personal path of life, rather than to that aesthetic 'problematic' that seems to exhaust the interests of young artists or aspiring artists, even those who have a greater commitment to distinguish themselves as 'avant-garde'. [… ] It seems to me that your luck (forgive me for calling it in this way) is in the fact that you have a human experience, not only cultural and not in the specific sense, to me limiting, that you have suffered and have given up, have reacted extremistically, you know the seasons and plants, and birth, growth and death, you have observed different societies so-called developed and elementary, you know the value of work, the conditions of independence and those of cohabitation, and culture seems to me to have been a series of moments in which you tried to recapitulate in the fire of other experiences your question. In your paintings and drawings I seemed to see something burning, naked presented with a form intrepid at the same time reserved and contained, as if to those who know that every opening is perilous, that every vision has its fatigue and its suffered history, but you cannot give up […]. He who attains the ability to express himself or to think cannot fail to have completed the process whereby the expression or the thought acquire individual and disinterested life, to be detached from the empirical subject and from the contingent author, they universalize, and the same protagonist cannot chase that part of himself that has exceeded the limit of the ego […]."
Epistolary, in Per uscire dalla Valle. Critique of myself, edited by Omar Calabrese, La Casa Usher, Florence, 1992