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All invasions are barbarian… unspeakable acts of torture rido not only shake the conscience… they also do us harm. A crime within a crime, inhuman… an illegal plague which afflicts us. <\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Cruel and brutal torture. A young man screams, blindfolded… agitated dogs and other animals lunge at the body… a naked man, hooded, also blindfolded. The torture continues. <\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I try to draw the massacre. Everything the color of the earth, the central figure in purple, the torture victim in black. A large pair of scissors at his head. Too “literary” perhaps, too descriptive… Will I manage to make my style, my trade, recognizable? I must soften the brutality of the message, while remaining faithful to… Pozzati… even though barbarism is not part of my being. I can no longer cling to irony or elegance… it is catastrophic, unsettling, tragic, and the figures are born from a ferrous black. Two large paintings that will not open a long cycle, because these acts of barbarism, seen in the media, must no longer be seen, even if they are only concealed. Another bandaged figure, the torturer, a mannequin with no arms and a hood he wears like a beard; in the middle, a kind of black puppet on a pedestal, with electrical wires dangling from his hands… digital signals. Again white scissors, arrow, dagger. I try another, smaller: entirely in pyrographed skin-leather. <\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n