The memory of Horiki transports me to a distant past made up of endless discussions about the making of art. For him being an artist was like a ‘priesthood’ devoted to an aesthetic vision of life enveloped in sublime beauty. He was profoundly spiritual, imbued with an archaic and primitive mysticism. Man’s life was for him a sacred representation; an absolute and pure dedication to be lived with a whisper of joy and respect for the memory and majesty of all humankind.
Giulio Mosca
