Friday, November 13, 2009

Penis Female Doctor Nurse



15 x 10.5 cm - mixed media - 2009

Fragments, faces scanned and segmented as frames jammed into memory, obscure and reassembled, the vertical split which dissect the inscrutable countenance. "People", multiplicity glances of the eye identifies and left to sink into the matter of color, trace of a field Gestalt constantly unstable, the figures of Peter Puccio living space impenetrable glimpses suggest that prove the depths of the soul. Trajectories in the infinite multiplication of vision amplifies the sense of a fleeting and sharp perception, a perception that does not belong only to the eye, sensitive to surroundings that capture footprints overlap and remain in the dimension of time.

(Chiara Fagone)

Friday, November 6, 2009

Small Dickpaper Roll Test



15 x 10,5 cm - polimaterici - 2009

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Unhandled Exception:c0000005 At Address: 00652f30

People People People

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Asos Womens Jacket With Elbow Patches



Monday, July 20, 2009

Eating Ice Cream Upsets Stomach



15 x 10,5 cm - polimaterici - 2009

Pastor Funeralthank You

People People People

15 x 10,5 cm - polimaterici - 2009

Monday, June 29, 2009

Rocco’s Big Mess

- Rocca San Felice - Modena

2009 - San Felice sul Panaro - Mod ena

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Is Hiv Antibody Test Conclusive After 8 Weeks

People

15 x 10.5 cm - mixed media - 2009

faces that overlook blatant and multifaceted. These are the People of Peter Pucci. I'm behind the veils of time and cuts psychic sensation of time, time perception. Faces are crossed, eyes are fixed, are re-fogged glass in emotions, personality reconstruction from many points of view contemporary classic that stay in the rectangle of the painting. Inside the rectangle survive, more than a click of a photo or movie, the features and traits together and are pushing everyone to stand, give shots to another and appear to shake. Sometimes it seems to revive in these paintings are the secret signs, the most intimate friends, who have never dared to life, if not for a while, come out, in moments of anger, moments of ecstasy in moments of reality himself.

(Moreno Pirovano)