Fillìa (3 October 1904 – 10 February 1936) was the name adopted by Luigi Colombo, an Italian artist associated with the second generation of Futurism.
Fillìa was born in Revello, Piedmont.
He established the Futurist movement in Turin in 1923 at the age of 19 with a group which included Nikolay Diulgheroff, Pippo Oriani, Enrico Alimandi, Franco Costa and the sculptor Mino Rosso. Fillìa quickly became the leader of the group and its principal theorist. He published the art reviews: Futurismo (Futurism) (1924), Ventrina Futurista (1927), La Città Futurista (The Futurist City) (1929), La Città Nuova (The New City) (1930-1934), and Stile Futurista (Futurist Style) (1934-1935) with Enrico Prampolini. His work in the mid-1920s shows the influence of Prampolini. After 1928, Fillìa's work shows increasing subjectivity.
He became an exponent of L'Aeropittura (Aeropainting), the dominant Futurist style of the 1930s which applied the experience of flight to the depiction of landscape aerially; the world was no longer seen from the perspective of the person on the ground but as if from an aeroplane. In 1929, he was a co-signatory of the Futurist manifesto L'Aeropittura, with Benedetta Cappa, Depero, Gerardo Dottori, Marinetti, Somenzi, Tato and Prampolini.
It's cold outside in the middle of the winter and my brain's in the fridge
(Would you know what shape I'm in)
Point things in the better I'm lucky if I even give in to the sin
(Would you know what shape I'm in)
And it's all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down
Photography mixed in the monogamy keepin' my world happenin'
(would you know what shape I'm in)
I know that I'm better when I know that you are better and I'll hold you again
(would you know what shape I'm in)
And its all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down
And it's all been luck until now
I only hope that you're still 'round me now
And it's gonna rage
it's gonna stay with you always
Every second counts on you to prove you're off the ground
It's cold outside in the middle of the winter and my brains in the fridge
Point things in the better I'm lucky if I even give in to the sin
And its all been luck until now
And its all been luck until now
And its all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down now
And its all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down
And it's all been luck until now
I only hope that you're still 'round me