useDesign is not only a brand or a word-pun, it’s my artistic philosophy, e message for every one who tries to understand my work but also its own basics.

Used objects with their unknown stories, their mysterious past visible only through years of usage amongst people, hits me, throws me violently in a state of subjection and awe of all these realities that are sealed for ever.

Scratches or dents of old stuff coming from flea markets or scrap merchants makes me wonder of what it has passed before being abandoned in that sort of graveyards. Whose were these objects? How did people use them? And why didn’t these people throw them away, instead of “saving” and giving them the possibility of a new existence? If only had the used things eyes to see, memory to keep, and especially voice to speak…

Lost in my thoughts I realize how frail the human mind is, subjected to a morbid curiosity and at the same time totally dominated by that proper instinct that drives us to madness.

Escaping is my design. Escaping from all this, resignation to not understanding, not knowing, not satisfying our own instincts. My design is a funeral. With stuccos, waxes and paints I try to cover, as long as possible, the past of the objects, burying them under a layer of glamour and kitsch. My act, though, brings inevitably a new different life to the thing, and only its external shape recalls its previous ended life.

In this way a telephone becomes a clock, a coffee-pot or a scale magically turn into a lamp. An old lawnmower, dangerous with its blades, silently enters a bedroom, to hold the cloths worn during a hard day of work, waiting for the next morning.