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If I could depict how the pitiless eyes

closed in sleep while listening about Syrinx —

eyes whose wakefulness cost so dear

Dante, Purgatorio XXXII

Argos, the onehundred-eyes giant capable of unendlessly monitoring eveything, day and night. He sleeps with few eyes closed, while all the others stay wide-open and continue observing. This disturbing oniric image is powerful. Argos is constantly among us; he rises from the past: obsessive, voyeuristic, unstoppable, omnipresent in our souls and technology. He is full of imagination in the way he sees things, often in his own unique way. He paints, whitens, imagines, communicates, and sometimes interprets reality. We are all Argos (Argusianus) including myself, with my way of painting, taking photographs, observing all things and humankind.

Argusianus is Sicilian, constantly on the edge between instinctive and imaginative creativity, and a critical observation which he mostly poures in the sciences, as he is a naturalist too. His world is on Mount Etna, which he has studied thoroughly and he observes evey morning, as soon as he wakes up. Nature is a recurring theme in his work and artistic production as a painter. Colors, contrasts, rocks, bodies that move among the rugged vulcanic lava stones and rocks which water has turned smooth in time. Sometimes, photography and painting combine to create human beings who are the intersection between instinctive symbols and colorful thoughts. Bare canvas-creatures who interact with the unthinkable spaces of the vulcano and imagination.