The world we have inside ourselves as an anarchic state cannot be measured nor defined; neither can the deepness of the skies. Even the strength of conceptual art can’t interpret it.
There aren’t purest words than those that can be heard, there are no oddities more sane than those that come from the soul.
ART AROUND THE WORLD
Solitude is the cause of my creations… the colours, my shadows’ sons
alchemy, a road… this madness, a consequence of my passion…
my love for art, my world, as coming back again to my solitude…
the cause of my creation.