Painting is like undressing my inner self, like reading myself. Thoughts go further, go far off, capturing the essence of things. The space and the time that surround me exist more, I am avished by an ethereal world. The evolution of the circle of life and research are metamorphosis, a succession of trials and new expreriences. Thanks to the charm of nature that enchants my pupils.
Art is the beauty of the soul.
El Arte es la belleza del alma.