IRENE URRU

I am Irene.

I am Sardinian.

I am rather passion than reason.

I am an abyss of emotions.

I am that thrill making my hand tremble when I draw, when I paint, when I create....

Irene means peace, but I do not seek it.

I seek the colours that live in the glimpses of a small village, one of the many I encountered when my Dad carried me around, across my land, to the painting contests, to give air to my passion.

I was 16 years old, he pushed me to live, he continues to do so even today, every time I fall and get back up, every time his hand reaches out with strength, from the blue of the sky.

I love Frida Kahlo, I have always identified with her my way to feel strange, flawed, bizarre...yes Frida I want you to know, I am just like you....

I like the simplicity making a detail unique and enhancing people.

I like the game living in irony.

I like to invent, to search for the new in what looks finite, a new technique...

I like the wall that I merge with as I paint it, the furniture that I restore, the bijoux that comes from recycling.

I like the new, the changing, to drown in a sunset, in my children's eyes.

I attended the Brera Academy of Fine Arts.

I have known art while walking with my friend Gaspare.

I have known darkness.

I walked in my colours' streets.

I arrived here...

I bang my head on it, I drink on it, then everything takes shape.

Irene is me... just me...