Francesco Mino

I live in Biella, Italy where I work in a small, yet inspiring attic.  There, I cut and paste, trying to tell stories, apparently ordinary; they are someone else’s stories, emotions that have delighted or caused sadness to who, in that moment, lived. My wooden boards are a puzzle of ideas and thoughts, hardly explicit, but always edged by the sensual pleasure of color. I like to imagine my works as ironic journeys, full of dreams and thoughts, imaginary references and quotes realized through the culture of living in the past, present and future.