Who is Dan Luvisi? A thirty-four year old Italian guy, who still believes in the good of the people around him. An Italian guy who still believes that everyone has beauty within, but we just need the patience and the willing to look for it. An Italian guy who has learned to love life, and enjoy every second of it. An Italian guy who is trying, hoping, fighting to make others feel something through his art.
I felt the need of expressing myself since I was in high school, but as any other seventeen year old guy, the words did not come so easy. It was harder than I expected to express how and what I feel, without starting to sound cheesy, without embarrassing myself, or without feeling vulnerable. Oh, that vulnerability. I was always afraid to open up, always scared to let someone in. In a different way, I still am.
So I found myself one day buying an easel and some oil colors. That was the day I found my heaven. Of course, my paintings were far from being what I wanted them to be. The drawings were not as smooth as they are today, and I had no idea how to make someone actually feel something through my works. But I felt. And back then, it was enough for me.
I felt relieved, I felt still, I felt peaceful. My works were raw, but full of emotions. They were about screaming and crying, they were about opening up and falling in love. They were about fights and passions, about dreams and wishes.
Back in my twenties, my inspiration was gone. I was lost, I was angry, I was looking for answers that I could not find, in every wrong places. I tried in every way to resuscitate it. I could not sleep, so I would find myself wandering empty streets at night, hoping I would feel inspired by something. I volunteered at a center for cancer patients, hoping that death would scare me. I was hoping that my inspiration would come after seeing the most honest smile of a child, or feeling his hand in mine. But it did not. So a glass of wine turned into a bottle, and a bottle of wine turned into bottles of scotch. But the inspiration came one day, from the most unexpected place.
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A few years ago I met someone that changed my life. She was anything, but ordinary. She was the kind of girl that comes once in a life time, so you have to hold on to that as long as you can. She was young and reckless. She was beautiful, but not the kind of beauty you see in magazines. She had magic in her eyes. She loved life. She was fearless. She was chaos and beauty intertwined. She still believed there is good in people. And she was always looking for beauty in everyone around her. She was kind, and she was confident. She was strong, and independent. She fell in love with everything that was broken, because she believed there is nothing more intriguing, more beautiful or more selfless than fixing another soul. It was her heart and the way she loved to love that took my breath away. It was the way her dreams reflected in her eyes. She was wild, and she was in love with her freedom. And I should have let her raw on her own terms. But I was too dumb to realize that taking her freedom away meant taking away pieces of her too. I fell in love with her, but I took from her everything she was, and everything she believed in. I wanted her to be my definition of perfection, my definition of beauty, I wanted to feel loved the way I understood being loved meant. And I tried to change her. So I took away everything that made her so special. I took away everything I fell in love with. I locked her in a cage, so I broke her. And pieces of her are still with me. I am still trying to fix her, in every painting, every sketch, and every sculpture I have made since then. I should have known to let her be free, and maybe now she would be sitting next to me.