I tried being normal once, It was the worst minutes of my life Painting

Burning Man means transporting yourself to another dimension, experiencing yourself in all its most extravagant forms. In this chimerical and hypertrophic figure the beauty of the burn is underlined, the soot almost reaches the supernatural, as the only element, mysterious and vaguely disturbing, suspended as if it were a mirror of his creative personality. In his works a threadlike human form is repeated sequentially like a sign that takes on different and precise forms, this existential Déjà vu repeats itself endlessly, painting his state of mind to the extreme, screeching, like an obsessive disorder- compulsive, giving life to his multiple characters as if he had to reflect himself millions of times in the mirror, with different nuances and personalities, trapping them inside his subconscious. ABBA absorbs from everyday life the passage of millions of images on the computer screen or through the TV, readjusting them to a vision of human multiplicity in decay, where the innumerable human characteristics are burned, deformed and finally abandoned to their fate, in its Subconsciously these hominids are stored in its fantastic and dark catalog of the world of the human race, but ready to emerge as a separate, alternating, dissociated consciousness. The idea of ​​the burn came to me when I saw a photo taken during the rescue efforts after the explosion of the nuclear bomb in Hiroshima, The shadows of the vaporized people imprinted on the walls after the explosion of the human being, The shadows were left by people and objects standing during the incandescent flash, were quickly burned attempting to cover themselves for protection, swept away moments later by the blast wave, with only a twisted depiction of their burned figures remaining, creating a snapshot of the their soul.