Rust wasn't well liked either.
Everyone wanted to hide it, cover it, camouflage it, repaint it. She was a true outcast in the world who loved new, shiny, colorful things; while She, the Rust, always stood with her usual rust-brown color in the corners of a gate, on the tips of a grate, in the bumpers of the in a car, in a lawn chair… She was always working. She sneaked into every corner where she glimpsed something that smelled like iron and there her corrosive action began. He has never shown signs of tiredness, he has always proceeded with method, iron logic and a pinch of humor because he has been able to recreate, in his corrosion (always methodical) shapes that recall the battlements of castles, sea sponges, he even indulges in imitate orange peels. Enzo Archetti Walking with rust – March 2009 written The list of his slow work would be long, but we can safely conclude that between Rust working on a chimney of a building and the garden rake there is an understanding, an ability to communicate, a proceeding with the same patterns that amazes.
And man is surrounded in his life by the rust virus.
He thus invented the rust antidote: the anti-rust which has a guarantee of a few years and then it will have to be painted with other anti-rust and then again when it is covered... But the real enemy of Rust is steel: it always sits there bright and shiny just like steel.
Slowly, no one knows how, a small group of people formed on the planet ("the sensitive ones" made up of artists, reflexologists, set designers, etc.) who saw Rust as a friend, admired it for its great contrasting force, they exalted the colour, the shapes... One of these, not the founder, but a faithful follower, in his walks began to first observe, then become excited by certain rusty plates with flashes of verdigris on the edges, which he took to his studio and there they remained
for a few months, until one part ended up on a 7 by 5 meter wall painting and the others in small paintings.
The apotheosis of Rust occurred one morning at the first light of dawn on Mount Madonna. The sublime understanding between man and nature occurred: a rusty iron shed appeared in the green of the bush looking at you with its black and empty windows. Love at first sight.
Renato's shed ended up in my studio, and there it was looked at, admired, dissected.
If placed in the lower part of a painting, it could become a wall, a barrier, a hill, the parapet of a balcony... It became, Renato's shed with all its rust, a real contrasting force that was almost incomparable.
And we also noticed that Mrs. Ruggine took on a strong personality, sometimes even proud, but never arrogant. I saw the rusty slabs of Renato's shed truly satisfied, I would dare say joyful, that morning of March 18, 2009 when I sectioned them with a new hose that removed any indecision because they, the rusty slabs, knew that they would become the legs of a table in an important study, mine.

Enzo Archetti