Author: Fulvio Gonella

My studio is a war zone. There’s paint everywhere. On the floor, the walls, my elbows (don’t ask). Sketches are scattered like fallen soldiers, some face down in puddles of turpentine. A tube of burnt sienna exploded yesterday. I haven’t cleaned it up. I probably never will. And I’m thriving. Because I’m working on the…

Dear Old Brushes, You’re all still here, aren’t you? Sitting in that drawer. Broken. Bent. Unusable. I know you’re angry. You should be. You came to me full of potential. Ready for precision. Full of purpose. And what did I do? I ruined you. Let’s be honest. I treated you badly. Really badly. I pushed…

Yesterday… 1. I finished writing the text for the first painting of my new series. It felt like a solid start—a foundation to build on. 2. I realized the text wasn’t actually finished. Apparently, it had more to say. 3. I changed the title. Titles always seem easier than they are. 4. I added a…

Art is a conversation. (Sometimes a weird one, but still a conversation.) At its core, it’s about what the artwork says to you—and trust me, it always says something. Even if that “something” is, “Move along, I’m not for you.” Take The Healer, one of my own artworks, which I presented at the Westbund Art…

After a couple of spectacular days of installation, the Westbund Art & Design Fair in Shanghai has finally opened its doors. And I’m standing here, surrounded by my newest series—a full year’s worth of work—now hanging on the walls, meticulously arranged by the incredible Caelis Galería team. Proud? Yes. Satisfied? Absolutely. And that’s rare for…