Tabula Rasa: The Right to Mutate

​Io Sono Monge was never a static project.

​It was born as a blank canvas, a tabula rasa ready to be written, erased, and started over as many times as necessary. If there is one thing I am clear about, it is that this work is alive: it breathes, changes, and moves to the rhythm of what I feel, not what is expected.

​Until now, I have ordered chaos through color and shape. Creating has been my way of breathing. But today, the project has dawned with a different need.

​Today, the image was not enough.

​I felt the urgency to translate what is happening in my head, to put words to life. Opening this section, Internal Voice, is an act of brutal honesty. I do not write to explain my works, but to share how I process the world. My doubts, my conclusions, the reflections that remain beyond the visual.

​It is a way to keep this space alive. So that you know not only what I do, but who I am and how I think.

​I don't know what path this will take tomorrow. I only know that today I needed to write it.

​Welcome to the invisible part of the work.