andrea antonini
andrea antonini
author artist
andrea antonini
author artist
Because, an existence devoid of meaning
is not living
but shallowly floating on the waves of the stream
Because, an existence devoid of meaning
is not living
but shallowly floating on the waves of the stream
Because, an existence devoid of meaning
is not living
but shallowly floating on the waves of the stream
the book
01
Blindly
looking
for
my way
A collection of poetry, prose, paintings and illustrations about our modern ways, and how a very confused man navigates them.
“However, regardless of the particular topic of each piece, they all originate from the same, never fully resolved question – the only one that is truly worth asking myself without rest, as it covers everything else:
what
happiness is
in a world that culturally and economically defines it for us all.
So, in its barest essence, this is what the book is about.
My inner conflicts, one eye looking at the past, the other one deciphering the future, and the split me stands in the middle to find my way to be fully, indestructibly, happy.”
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“However, regardless of the particular topic of each piece, they all originate from the same, never fully resolved question – the only one that is truly worth asking myself without rest, as it covers everything else:
what
happiness is
in a world that culturally and economically defines it for us all.
So, in its barest essence, this is what the book is about.
My inner conflicts, one eye looking at the past, the other one deciphering the future, and the split me stands in the middle to find my way to be fully, indestructibly, happy.”
Buy now
“However, regardless of the particular topic of each piece, they all originate from the same, never fully resolved question – the only one that is truly worth asking myself without rest, as it covers everything else:
what
happiness is
in a world that culturally and economically defines it for us all.
So, in its barest essence, this is what the book is about.
My inner conflicts, one eye looking at the past, the other one deciphering the future, and the split me stands in the middle to find my way to be fully, indestructibly, happy.”
Buy now
“However, regardless of the particular topic of each piece, they all originate from the same, never fully resolved question – the only one that is truly worth asking myself without rest, as it covers everything else:
what
happiness is
in a world that culturally and economically defines it for us all.
So, in its barest essence, this is what the book is about. My inner conflicts, one eye looking at the past, the other one deciphering the future, and the split me stands in the middle to find my way to be fully, indestructibly, happy.”
Buy now
the paintings
02
Diving
into
my
depths
Splashing and abusing the canvas with layers and layers of paint in the most abandoned way I’m able to.
the paintings
02
Diving
into
my
depths
Splashing and abusing the canvas with layers and layers of paint in the most abandoned way I’m able to.
Fighting to keep my logic at bay, focusing my emotions on their core nature, the deepest meaning I can
possibly understand:
the effort of
liberation
to allow
myself
to flow
Fighting to keep my logic at bay, focusing my emotions on their core nature, the deepest meaning I can possibly understand:
the effort of
liberation
for
letting
myself flow
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Fighting to keep my logic at bay, focusing
my emotions on their core nature,
the deepest meaning I can possibly
understand:
the effort of
liberation
to allow
myself
to flow
Fighting to keep my logic at bay, focusing
my emotions on their core nature,
the deepest meaning I can possibly
understand:
the effort of
liberation
to allow
myself
to flow
about me
03
Obviously
running
on a
wheel
In this darkness brightened by all known artificial lights, I lived, tentatively, seeing as much as I could but, nevertheless, blind.
about me
03
Obviously
running
on a
wheel
In this darkness brightened by all known artificial lights, I lived, tentatively, seeing as much as I could but, nevertheless, blind.
Author and artist since I could no longer avoid the obsessive digging into my nature, I’m furiously stumbling on my so many confusions while dragging along the – still mostly obscure – path to happiness.
And disgusted, too often enraged by a world that, beyond good and evil but – what matters! – always with the thickest dictionary of politically correct hypocrisies, continuously reinvents the same old tricks. At best, the pallid, distorted reflections of a deeper existence; mostly, the pleasing projections of crafted scams, to sell the multicolor tail that we keep chasing.
And so, I lived across the world for over 25 years, mistaking trinkets for preciousness, appearance for essence, pleasures for love. Senselessly jumping before thinking. Until I couldn’t bear it anymore, and I started stripping the so many labels, rules, and conditioning that build the ego that now I wish to deny.
My writings and paintings are two sides of a three-faced coin, complementary to each other in expressing the neglected superiority of the deepest, truest, individual humanity against the third face. The one that eventually always shows to our eyes, no matter how we spin the coin. The one that has but a single word, indelibly engraved: “MORE!”
Author and artist since I could no longer avoid the obsessive digging into my nature, I’m furiously stumbling on my so many confusions while dragging along the – still mostly obscure – path to happiness. And disgusted, too often enraged by a world that, beyond good and evil but – what matters! – always with the thickest dictionary of politically correct hypocrisies, continuously reinvents the same old tricks. At best, the pallid, distorted reflections of a deeper existence; mostly, the pleasing projections of crafted scams, to sell the multicolor tail that we keep chasing.
And so, I lived across the world for over 25 years, mistaking trinkets for preciousness, appearance for essence, pleasures for love. Senselessly jumping before thinking. Until I couldn’t bear it anymore, and I started stripping the so many labels, rules, and conditioning that build the ego that now I wish to deny. My writings and paintings are two sides of a three-faced coin, complementary to each other in expressing the neglected superiority of the deepest, truest, individual humanity against the third face. The one that eventually always shows to our eyes, no matter how we spin the coin. The one that has but a single word, indelibly engraved: “MORE!”
Author and artist since I could no longer avoid the obsessive digging into my nature, I’m furiously stumbling on my so many confusions while dragging along the – still mostly obscure – path to happiness.
And disgusted, too often enraged by a world that, beyond good and evil but – what matters! – always with the thickest dictionary of politically correct hypocrisies, continuously reinvents the same old tricks. At best, the pallid, distorted reflections of a deeper existence; mostly, the pleasing projections of crafted scams, to sell the multicolor tail that we keep chasing.
And so, I lived across the world for over 25 years, mistaking trinkets for preciousness, appearance for essence, pleasures for love. Senselessly jumping before thinking. Until I couldn’t bear it anymore, and I started stripping the so many labels, rules, and conditioning that build the ego that now I wish to deny.
My writings and paintings are two sides of a three-faced coin, complementary to each other in expressing the neglected superiority of the deepest, truest, individual humanity against the third face.
The one that eventually always shows to our eyes, no matter how we spin the coin.
The one that has but a single word, indelibly engraved: “MORE!”