The first title of this painting was “Die Another Day”. It was funny, since it reminded me of Madonna and her aesthetic and physical contradictions: her apparent “forever young” aspirations, often concealed by a certain ostentatious decadence.
One day I thought that the painting was not so special, after all. Another artwork about face surgery and blah blah blah. In a moment of creative euphoria, I took the black and I painted a dark hole in the middle. It was great. Then I reproduced the missing part in another place with some oil pencils. And finally I started to play with that. I put it and I quit it and I put it another time, rotating it. It was very funny and grotesque. I was discovering my first interactive artwork: not one but five different changing images.
The little character holding scissors shared with us a gentle desire: “Wouldn’t be nice”? Wouldn’t it be nice if our faces were just toys, and we could customize them, cut them, paste them, without any consequences? Wouldn’t it be nice to be just toys to be played with by ourselves and others?