Jonathan Pierini was born in Florence on July 15, 1983. His artistic expression starts at the beginning of 2013 after a period of psychiatric hospitalizations. Locked up in that forced dimension, a maniacal search is immediately released to tell the obsession of primordial thoughts and desires that suffocate the mind. The connection between time and imagination, against the backdrop of black prisons dug into malaise. The (white) hope of making it and the passion (red) to remind us that the pleasures of the body always nourish the mind. Living our fears without fear, without armor. Knowing how to tell them in a diary of colors rather than words. Unroll the skein to start from scratch, with new textures. This is the message to which his art clings and with which he tells life. His artistic experience is fragmentary because he travels the world and becomes an established shoe designer, relegating the pictorial work to mere therapeutic purposes. It is not long, however, before some gallery owners notice his works and propose to exhibit them. Several exhibitions will follow from 2014 to 2016, fragmentary, sporadic, and for which the artist forbids the sale, as a syndrome of possession and attachment to his memories. The primary interest is not to show or sell themselves but to push people to find counterpoint in what they see. Exhibitions are interrupted at the end of 2016 until the end of 2022, with very rare exceptions. The artistic experience has not only matured but also more daring. Exposing is still a way to establish synergies with others but also a way to give oneself, without fear or possession. Choosing to be a full-time artist is an exceptional, risky and motivating challenge. And you will find this in the artist's works. The courage of change, fears, madness, baseness, hopes, passion. Failure and success. Fall and get up again. A piece of life in a few words, indeed, in few colors.
Wait 45 seconds! Time to look and look inside. You will discover the reflection of your feelings and you will find them in your experience as moments without reference and without schemes. Each his own. Each one different. A personal evocation. Too complex to describe in words. Because in the end, art is also this: a glue of emotions fixed in a slide, something that lives in our unconscious and that we finally find again.
At the end of 2022 a new exhibition spring starts again.