Artist
Riccardo
Sirone
Engineer of beauty · Venice, Italy
Some people make art. Others receive it — acting as a living channel between the invisible order of the universe and the physical world of form. Riccardo Sirone belongs to the second kind.
Musician, producer, DJ, event director, designer, and tireless explorer of the world’s beauty, Sirone does not define himself as an artist in the conventional sense. He defines himself as someone who raises his antenna — attuned to what the universe wishes to transmit, and capable of giving it form.
His inner compass is beauty. Not as an aesthetic concept, but as a cosmic force — the highest frequency in existence, one that answers to no logic, where the mind surrenders and instinct prevails. For Sirone, beauty is the closest thing to God: a landscape that steals your breath, the silent perfection of a flower, the colors of a distant culture, the arc of a melody, the light in a woman’s eyes. Everything vibrates. Everything transmits. And he feels it all.
With equal measures of irony and pride, he calls himself an engineer of beauty — because in beauty he sees proportions, hidden architectures, profound laws. The number 6 — the sacred number of beauty and harmony — follows him everywhere, a quiet reminder that everything in existence carries a meaning, a role, a precise vibration. The stars do not lie. Matter is never inert. Every form holds within it a message, waiting only to be read.
“I do not create. I listen — and I give form to what the universe already wants to say.” Riccardo Sirone
Travel nourishes him. The stars guide him. Every place visited, every work contemplated, every sound absorbed becomes raw material for something greater. Manomaze is the crystallisation of this vision: an object born from beauty, speaking the language of symbol, made for those still capable of standing before something and feeling it — not merely seeing it.
Rooted in Venice — a city that has always existed at the threshold between worlds — Manomaze carries the soul of a place that understood, centuries before the modern age, that beauty and mystery are inseparable. That the visible always points toward something invisible. And that the path, however winding, always leads home.