Relieve Compuesto Sculpture

Since when could I account for a conscious creative process ... maybe it would be with my sketchbook of robot faces inspired by Maziger Z (Japanese anime from the 80's) when I was seven years old, which in spite of me got lost in I am in the midst of childhood comings and goings, but I remember obsessively undertaking and being fascinated by all the geometric possibilities offered to me by those squared sheets that did not get to see great achievements in mathematics, fortunately or unfortunately the diastole of my left hand I was there and the giant was also (papà) the first and only artist that I could say that I know from the foundations of the sanguine, a severe, rigorous and contradictory adult, a monster, who trained and stimulated me regarding what concerns us (the exercise, transit and procedure of practices for the liberation of the human spirit called art), this represented inhabiting and absorbing from an early age the experiences pro pias from an advertising and Screen workshop back then, full of appetizing and suggestive gallons of paint in an infinity of synesthetic colors for me, full of smell and taste were almost like food, the mountains of residual material (garbage) that produced "the signature" it was my concern to eliminate them by means of epic burns with thinner and varsol fragrance, already with red eyes from the "healthy" smoke I was ready to enter the boring photography laboratory full of cigarette fog produced by the giant and that was revealed with the red light turned on so as not to enrage the big-headed insect (negative enlarging machine), for the first time I associated darkness with silence, it was a "sacred" space due to the monster's irate temperament, we lived In a small city, we would walk back home, the giant walking fast, I was going for a marathon in search of my squared notebook.