His art eludes definitions. On the other hand, he foresaw that if a sacrifice of art was necessary it would be useless unless there was something precious to be sacrificed. Thus, coming from a country of scant tradition, he created a pictorial language practically from scratch which seems to have the depth of years of history. However,he creates it beginning at the end, from the moment that history dissolves. The European informal artists sought colorless matter, or a color that did not fit into the vocabulary of art.
History is absorbed in order to be dissolved.
In each work of art there is a birth and a death of painting. No doubt, he had a heroic yet not triumphalist vision of his profession. The infinite is heavy to carry, and it is not of fixed ownership. The value of art, in his opinion, does not reside in an ideal form or project, but rather in an existential witness, in the deafening noise of mankind that insists it is larger than life. The truth in art, for him, is in the past that thanks to art, begins to ferment again.