The most part of the life is composed by a long series of identical instants. 

The only difference possible is the way you look at them.
Monsieur Cuq á la Commanderie de Vaour
Oil on canvas, 30 x 40 cm

Daughter of art.

I grew up immersed into, submerged by artists.

Brera , ’70 – ’90. Milan.

I experienced art as the raise and the fall of human beings.

I kept the fierce critic, the father inside.

Contrast. Conflict. Confusion.

No, non diventerò mai il Sisifo Felice del mio beneamato Camus.

The city: my main subject.

The alienating empty spaces, the social distance [ n.d.A. I wrote that before the first pandemia 2020 ], the price attached to everything, cities like long shopping malls.

A tragedy in grey.

Painting is a form of resilience and resistance. I cannot separate my work from my existence and I cannot separate my existence from the society I live in. Camus and his vision of an artist inspired me.

Why create if not to give meaning to suffering, if not by saying that it is unacceptable? Beauty emerges at this moment from the rubble of injustice and evil. The supreme purpose of art is to confuse judges, to remove all accusations and to justify life and mankind in a light that is only that of beauty because it is that of truth. No great work of genius was ever truly founded on hatred or contempt. Somewhere in his heart, at some point in his history, the true creator always ends up reconciling.

Les Carnets. (OCIII, 903-04). Camus.


Short bio

Born in Milan (Italy) on January 19, 1968


1986 – Classic High School Licence at
“Giuseppe Parini” – Milan – Italy

1987 – 1988
Art and Music History Course – Faculty of Art History of the Milan State University

Anarchist, self-education never ended. It’s still ongoing.

Self-taught in plastic arts too, I nevertheless followed the directives of my father, Franz Ficara, well-known painter, and his friends.