"Arrancada Nº 90" Painting

Something came out from my inside, something uncontainable, a volcano smoke that came from within and nothing could stop it, nothing restrained it. The work needed to exist.

My insights, my intuitions, "the light I see shining through in a dense forest" need to be represented, be shown in colors, shapes, textures, images or words. I don’t make it happen, it just happens.

In order to carry out my work I pull off the remains of the material gathered through time from our land onto the walls , the walls that have sheltered the human beings who had formed this land and the drawings that children have been scrawling for centuries on these walls. I extract the paint and the scratches from the walls. I superimpose my own drawings on it as engravings or incisive forms and pull it all up like a restorer would do if he wanted to transfer a mural painting to a canvas.

Other times these drawings/archetypes are made in watercolors, acrylics or any kind of pigments on top of papers or fabrics where I put the images that arise in my mind, developing them later, resulting in the conversion of my thoughts into paintings.