We must go and not stopping until we arrived. Where are we going? I don't know, but we have to go. Jak Kerouac history must be meaningful and this sense must be arranged in a linear narrative.

Elements of everyday life are intertwined, you assemble and means of traveling to a climax upward between memory and search. Cars and motorcycles, solid expression being passed, are the means to a trip down memory lane that develops in a primordial form as well as the memories dwindle as you approach the contemporaneity. Antonio Giannini transfers on canvas the nature of his existence in real and timeless space, the objects stand out on strong funds chrome, the boundaries are defined, wrapping her compositions enigmatic atmosphere, those that wait its slowly approaches the size of metaphysical
art.