Urto Urto

Urto Urto

Urto Urto
Urto, was born in 1987 in Catanzaro, the capital of Calabria, which bathes its southernmost part in the Ionian waters.

His artistic "call" came very early.

In the third grade he ran away (frightened and happy!) for having painted the bandone of a dance school and from then, however, begins to "paint" with more tranquility.

In the beginning it was ... one spray, one writing, that's all. The perfect synthesis.

Over time the sprays began to be two, then three, the writing began to take a shape and a thickness, with a filling and an outline. Over the years, the pieces were born as we see them now. What Urto never loses sight of is the thrust that generated something that still survives, even if evolved and changed. That drive to leave a trace is the most important thing of all. Leaving a mark, he tells us, means leaving behind a piece ... coloured or silver, cured or fast (but also fast things are cured in their own way), on metal or on concrete, this is established from time to time, what you 'is around is an empty page to fill, to tell.

Its syntax is ideas, its grammar is the force with which it manages to express them.
Urto graduated in Visual Design in Florence, then specialized in Communication Design at the ISIA in Florence.

He currently works for a Florentine Communication Agency.

Urto has as his guiding thought the blue of the sea, perhaps because he has grown up near it and currently finds himself further and further away from it.

He claims to have frequently thought of fish ever since, when he was a child, he discovered them as protagonists in one of the "most famous books in the world, where there is that guy with long hair who manages to multiply them together with bread". Better than superheroes, aren’t they?

The story of the big one who eats the little one, is not the version preferred by Urto:
"If the little one gets organized, he is able to change the cards on the table and the game starts from 0".
Fresh water, jumping water, rivers, lakes, oceans, under the ice, in the abysses ... they are everywhere and even at great distances, without using letters or anger ... they understand each other.
Probably better than us men.
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