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azt | Official website
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1. A different world

The science fiction I like the most is the one originated from a small intuition of its author. A different world built subverting just one rule of our world. One day it starts raining and it rains forever – it's Ballard's underwater world; on Herbert's planet Arrakis there is no water and mankind has adapted to the new environment.

In my world there are no clothes. Men are always naked (is it just a small change?).

There is no fashion, bodies have no superstructures (a dangerous thought).

The mind is laid bare (another dangerous thought).

There is no inhibition, there is no shame, no censorship, there is no god imposing fig leaves (will they mock you for these statements?).

There are no hierarchies between the parts of the body, genitals are as beautiful as it is a look, beautiful is the touch, the pleasure, beautiful is sex. Beauty is not a slave to some dictatorship, it is everywhere. There is no space and no time for special bodies (chosen by whom?).

The subject of my work are not dreams or desires, not even the drama of an unhappy existence (being gay and HIV+ does not mean to be sad!). The subject of my work is a different world. In the bodies I portray there is always my body, armed only with its own nudity. In my pictures there is always my life, the days and nights, the land where I live. It's a never ending narration of my premeditated revolt against the policies that discriminate against the bodies, obscure the vision, impose rules of representation.

(what drives a gay artist to do anything not to seem gay?)

Humanity has not yet faded and defends its existence through art.

Moral, however, is just a rotten corpse.

(azt, summer 2012)

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2. unfolding the past

Most of my photographic work is focused on the male nude. This choice is due to my unconditional love for this genre and to my great admiration for the masters who interpreted and enriched it with their works.

While ordinary gay pornography has never tickled me, the images of art portraying naked men - even the most erotic and sexually explicit – have always fascinated me.

From my teen years onwards, these images have enriched and formed my imagination. I remember hours and hours spent browsing catalogs, handbooks and magazines on male nude photography.

It all began with one very specific image: the work of Richard Avedon titled "Andy Warhol & Members of the Factory, NYC, October 30, 1969". I found it in a catalog in the sculptor's studio where I was attending classes and I got such an impact that I had to hide and photocopy it. I still preserve that photocopy as a relic.

When I started producing my own works it was not difficult to choose the male nude as recurring theme. Nudity became, over time, not only an aesthetic vision and the core of my art, but also a political choice and a way of life.

The male body of the model, laid bare, is to me a kind of "absolute subject", complete and perfect in itself, with which I can create images in endless variations. Through them I express my view of the world. Very often I love to photograph parts of the body: I consider each of these details a significant and complete portrait of the model.

I disagree with any hierarchy that imposes the predominance of some parts of the body over the others, and with any rule that determines what can be represented and what should not be shown. A foot is as unique and beautiful as a face, and so are genitals (that I particularly like to portray), the back, the arse, hips and every other part of the body.

This website shows through its recurring themes – some of them are real obsessions to me – the many different ways and directions that my work has taken in recent years. Some paths have been abandoned, others project me into the future.

(azt, autumn 2012)

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