Saturday, 00.36 a.m. (2024) Painting by Vittorio Alberto Roberto

Abstract expressionist painter, poet and performer. Born in Asti in 1967.

"And' from more' I'm forty years old and I paint. I have produced over three thousand works. Yet when someone asks me what it is creativity, I admit it: I struggle to answer. I struggle to explain what happens at the moment of creation of a work. My personal feeling when seeing one of my paintings has always been of amazement. Like something that doesn't belong to me. Something external to me and for which I feel I have no merit. At the age of 15 I had my first 'Spleen'. So I called him. It happened that, while I was talking about this and that with a stranger, suddenly, the image of a painting I had never seen came before my eyes. Like a crisp, bright slide coming down on a projector. At first, I admit, I was scared. I thought I had some neurological problem. Sometimes these "Spleen" they repeated themselves in sequence: one, two, three, four... all different. Razor-sharp and intense. I bought some colors. But I knew nothing about painting... and I started experimenting. First on paper, only then on canvas. First tempera or acrylic. To get to oil colors. My favorites. I just had to copy those visions of mine. Those wonderful Spleen. But it wasn't easy. I did accounting, not academia. And the day came. That's where it all really began. As I tried and racked my brain, I let myself go. I stopped 'thinking'. And there, the ecstasy began. I felt a wave that went from my belly straight into my hands, without crossing my brain. Indeed, almost annoyed by the presence of the mind. Like a warm gush: from the belly to the canvas. Without even looking at what color I had in my hand. There was no need: it was the color itself that transmitted its 'chromatic frequency' to the hands. The colors 'Vibrated'. And then... a void. Beautiful. Feeling like you are just a prism crossed by light. Pure Ecstasy. And then the awakening. And finding the work there front, finished. As if it had arrived from hyperspace. I don't know, I admit, what all this is. I don't know what art is. And where it comes from. And why. But I feel like I need it. And I couldn't live without it. And this is the truth."

"Art is a means, not an end. An artist, to be such, always creates for himself. Create to grow through your own creation. Acquires self-awareness. The "final product" resulting from it is secondary, marginal. It is not 'the ultimate goal'. This is the difference. If we understand this, we understand that Nothing truly remains. Everything vanishes, everything transforms. And it is the only way to really stay, precisely as a consequence of this transformation. Accept the transitory nature of this of his own creation. If this is missing, the work remains sterile. It lacks soul. It doesn't rise. It does not become "universal". And precisely for these reasons, the artist himself "disappears". It evaporates. It dissolves."

Vittorio Alberto Roberto

• Nationality: ITALY
• Date of birth : 1967
• Artistic domains:
• Groups: Contemporary Italian Artists