Biography
I am not able to see in my mind, the images that subsequently take form. Perhaps growing from my own hand or perhaps exploding from the paper that, tired from the whiteness that saturates it, yearns to be made dirty with emotions. Once the work has been completed and I see it for the first time, I listen to the images and I abandon myself to the analysis of something that results in defining one of my creations.
I feel a type of midwife that help certain forms, not yet represented by birth. Once they are born, they exist.
