So close, so distant

Loris Dogana is a cruelly ironic artist and (despise everybody ask him over and over) he’s not a Street Artist. He watched a lot of cartoons during the ‘80s and gave his first kiss in the ’90, and that’s all for his personal trauma. Since that moment, he draws mankind in every single aspect: hopes, fears, and the traps we face every day during the time of our life. In his brutally elegant black and white artworks, he depicts allegories where our habits and social pressure replace our heads, and they reveal what we really are: heavy and thinking objects, bodies and empty puppets, repetitive like mass consumption products. The heroes that Dogana portrays are the losing side of the System, in a melancholic limbo where they can find their redemption through the paradox of the two dimension space of ink on paper. His modus operandi is a surgical dissection of the human soul through the transformation into Pop icons, and Loris Dogana feels this rape our own alibi as an act of Love.