Author: Fulvio Gonella

  • Fulvio Gonella: Where Human Essence Finds Form

    Fulvio Gonella: Where Human Essence Finds Form

    Seeing your work through someone else’s eyes is always… something. At best, it’s humbling. At worst, it’s awkward. But when Sonia Borrell writes about you? It’s magic. Sonia—author of Art In Real Time (you’ve heard of it, right?)—just wrote an article about me for Disruptors magazine. It’s called “Fulvio Gonella: Where Human Essence Finds Form.”…

  • What’s reality, Anyway? My Latest Interview with PAC Magazine

    What’s reality, Anyway? My Latest Interview with PAC Magazine

    Reality is a funny thing. One person’s truth can look like a totally alien world to someone else. (Think about pineapple on pizza—it’s practically a philosophical debate at this point.) In my recent interview with PAC Magazine, I shared a story that changed the way I think about, well, everything. It began with a child…

  • The Year I Finally Understood My Art (Kind Of)

    The Year I Finally Understood My Art (Kind Of)

    When I was in my first year of university (let’s not count how many years ago), there was this terrifying professor. We called him Professor Fear. Not his real name, obviously, but it fit. He was the kind of teacher who made you double-check your work and your life choices before walking into his class.…

  • I spent Christmas with my brushes

    I spent Christmas with my brushes

    When I was a little kid, Christmas and I didn’t get along. It wasn’t the snow (which blanketed my region so thoroughly that it turned everything into a white, frosted wonderland). It wasn’t the gifts, either, or even the endless carols playing on repeat. It was the sheer irrationality of the whole thing. Nothing about…

  • Me And The Moon

    Me And The Moon

    Sometimes the moon breathes stories she longs to see painted. She leans close, her silver breath pooling in the shadows of my room. Her voice is soft—like the tide brushing against stones—but urgent, like she’s running out of time. Paint me a forest, she says, but not the kind that grows from soil. Make it…