Opening my heart to the mystery of the imaginary, to the deceptive silence of painting and the resoluteness of volume leads me to seek languages that are infinite in themselves. The lines that speak on paper draw close to the poetry of light and pure forms; in every search I find the value of what surrounds me.

It is unavoidable that art may be the greatest act of individualism in humankind, and it is no small thing to dare, with courage, to build a life from the craft. My hands, the emotions, perception, and love are born from a parallel reality that I share with anyone who wishes to come in through my window.