One day, his works have called me, they were firm and fair, almost not seen. Then stood out, so I decided to meet Mauri because I realized that "they" had much to say. Meeting him, before I met him the enthusiasm and vitality of his eyes. Contagious! Then I met his work and saw their evolution. I saw the colors change, the blue waves, variations of yellow, gray torpor, the images become less crowded and forms change. And in the eyes of his characters I recognized him. But the vitality with which seems to deal with everyday but with a thin veil of melancholy, regret sometimes pain, in contrast with what he seems. As if her subjects were seeking a place of life, its own membership, bodies that reveal contain other faces that are hidden in a womb, human figures that are assembled by covering the whole work, and more in an attempt context and more pictures emerge. But I'm not talking about human bodies, I find it more appropriate to define figures because the first term indicates too much meat and its figures are more a representation of the soul: the fears, hopes, sorrows, all shown from the eyes of protagonists. Looks bent, eyes wide, sometimes bewildered, frightened or other enclosed in a quasi-religious meditation. Perhaps these eyes do not always say what the everyday life we are allowed to express and reveal.
Elsa Gipponi