Born in Milan, Italy, I spent my first years with a pencil in hand, scribbling wherever I could.
I don't know how to answer the question What do you want to do when you grow up? I end up choosing many streets, all wrong. I graduated in Psychology, i received a diploma from a Drama School, became a fashion designer. Meanwhile I tried out many jobs: tearing tickets in theatre, waiting tables, delivering the mail…
As a matter of fact I feel out of place wherever I go. If I open my mouth it's to dispute something: my friends call me
Polemica (the Polemicist).
In 2015, having run out of sensible things to do, I opened the Chiara Polemica art studio in Milan.
On the wall I wrote, in bright neon
Like a tightrope artist I walk on the wire and, aware of my weakness, I risk
balance struggling to find my identity.
Everything I learnt - as much or as little I still don't know - I learnt from battle I fought
and I often lost.
The loneliness in my art is vital for me: sometimes is necessary to hide the most vulnerable parts of ourselves. Then imagination is the vanishing point in which I can survive.
I believe that self irony is equally important: the only possibility of salvation is to laugh,
waiting for the sun to come.