was in born in Palermo where she lives and works as a High
When she was still a young girl, beyond her passion for
writing, she discovered her passion for colours. She used
to drawn and paint almost secretly ,since she considers art
something intimate. She wrote thousands of diaries and
notebooks, and when she was twenty she wrote her first
unpublished novel, “Fronesio”, a story set in a man’s mind
living on other people’s lives.
With the advent of the internet, Corinzia started to be
interested in blogs. From 2006 to 2009 “Korinthia Monforte”
wrote a blog for “L’Espresso”, and in the same period she
wrote about English Literature for the “Guide di SuperEva”.
Then, when the blogs were replaced by the Social networks,
Corinzia left these activities and wrote “Opinionario”, a
collection of opinions on several topics.
In 2010 she wrote another unpublished (due to Corinzia’s
reluctance towards publishing with fee) novel “Inglesi
Qui”, the story of some English literature characters
living together a second modern life in Palermo.
Through all her life, Corinzia has always painted, since (as
she says) “Writing is to think, painting is to set one’s
Her artist’s impulse is a reaction to the moments she
lives: ordinary faces and daily objects are reversed by her
instinct into a drawing to be enlarged and magnified into a
Corinzia’s one is a solipsistic, sometimes proud art
getting away from exhibits and art galleries, loving being
inside her studio’s walls or incorporated on hyperpages;
nevertheless, her art doesn’t disdain to be admired and
shown in places where someone, falling in love with it, will
ask it to stay.
Corinzia’s artworks have never paid to be shown, and they
will never do it. They can go away, if they want, where they
will be asked to be, but only if it will be asked.
I paint an alternative reality, made up of unreal, vivid,
fluorescent, sometimes acid colours where every detail may
be precise and realistic, but it also may turn into
something inexact, ambiguous, vague as in a dream. It’s my
train of thoughts, unlinked images which are intersected:
people, places, everyday objects, fragments of reality, the
way they appear in the chaos of my mind.
It’s not a new Surrealism, nothing to do with
psychoanalysis,. My artworks represent a conscious mind,
just like the line of our single thoughts, when we are
awake. I call it “New Subjectivity”, which may be near to
the New Expressionism for its immediacy, but it differs
from it for its love for the detail, for its search for a
preciseness it never reaches in the impulse of a brush.