Mixed media on canvas
200 x 130 CM

I am torn. Part of my aesthetic thinking revolves around geometric abstraction and another part remains anchored to figuration, at the beginning of everything. I remember my desire to paint at the beginning, my first drawings and paintings, when I couldn’t help but get carried away like that without knowing that this would become my lifelong passion. I remember my thirst for representation through painting, where the relationship with the space in the painting is a magical thing and I let myself be carried away by all the possible ways of capturing an idea on the same surface… looking at or working on these paintings is more entertaining than watching television … it’s like trying to capture in a “photographic-sensory” way everything that goes through my mind and I feel that it is worth transmitting… enjoyed, loved, rejected… Hence the idea that these paintings are definitely incomplete. I have catalogued them as a series of endless pieces where I paint over them again and again and I can't finish them and where the brushstroke responds to a kind of visual automatism. I think that deep down they are pieces that I always want to own again, they accompany me, they advise me, they help me think, I am ashamed to show them because they are very sincere, extremely naive, they are the space in my head where I talk to myself about everything else, I think about people through them, and about events in my life, I think about things with different levels of importance or none at all, they simply make me think, love, desire and cling to the desire to always paint again...