Giuliano Picciotto

The work describes the evolution of the human soul is taking with the passage of centuries.
The soul is mutating into something grotesque and deformed, shaped by indifference, needs useless, selfishness, greed, envy and madness.
In the few moments of lucidity you shed tears of blood for this condition that inevitably evolves and we can not (or worse yet do not want) to stop.

the work has no particular meaning, no hidden code is simply the portrait of a child, my creature, one of my children.
He simply is Pietro, my son as your son