Centina is not an artist easy to take.

His work is a violent, grotesque, bizarre response to the society of unbridled consumerism, to the reckless overbuilding, to the subcontracts on subcontracts on subcontracts that have filled our beautiful country with abandoned giant concrete buildings, stripped of all their function, skeletons of a fake social and economic well-being, rotting carcasses made up in moss, stone, iron, rust, broken glass, rubble, burnt wood, destroyed walls, forgotten by everyone and everything.