I managed to meet Jean-Michel Jarre for the first time last summer, while my brother
Nicola was in serious lack of oxygene, since he was dying of pulmonary
adenocarcinoma at 49. I told him how much my brother loved his music and
used to play it to me when I was a child, introducing me to the musical
realm that inspired most of my visual artworks. He had a special
attachment to the Oxygene tape he played over and over on his car
stereo. Jarre asked me what his name was and signed the cover of an Oxygene lp for him.
It was one of the most intense and symbolic moment of my life, since
the art book I gave him contained also my painting dedicated to the 30th
anniversary of “Oxygene” depicting two lungs filled with the liquid
oxygene dripping from the Antarctic of a dying earth. My brother
died few hours after watching the photos of my meeting with Jarre. A
vital cycle was ending, as well as a long season of my life. Another
Life was going to breath again through Art and Memory.
Oxygene has meant to me and my brother.