A bit of backfisch foolery in imitation of some simulacrum of fake romance.
La parodie puerile du simulacre d’un pseudo-idylle.
Max Tomasinelli’s collages seem to be street artists’ words, enchanting with charm and hard to leave away.
Pure pleasure from seeing our first creativity’s reasult on a piece of paper.
I don’t know if Max Tomasinelli stared in this way but he developed this technique changing it in an authentic art, deeply luring and seducing our imaginary.
Max Tomasinelli takes women, architectures, natural elements, bodies and mixes them in order to shape images’ poems.
The fascinated gaze reveals desires, time we lost, magical dreams recovered from forsaken places of our mind.
The artist enchants with his poetical images and reveals his own mistery all-around, bringing out the beauty of freedom from the depth of subconscious.