Mutaciones (Mutations) Print

I have always suspected that something fascinating is hidden behind what my senses perceive. Discovering those secrets simply became my reason for living, and achieving it was only possible if I also became a rigorous observer. Much has happened during so many years of searching. One could talk about themes, perceptions, the real and the unreal, successes and failures, multiple encounters, philosophy, metaphysics, neuroscience, and many other things, but in the end, everything comes down to the simplest things, the everyday, the observable, what can be touched. The coordinates of the universe are there, in music, in the root of an old tree, in wrinkled skin, in everything that walks with me. Everything flows like an infinite metamorphosis. The first amino acids still inhabit our memory and it seems that our species is linked to the first molecule. Perhaps this is the reason why everything related to humans has been the axis and my reason for being, as an artist. I feel my works are like authentic skins on which I can tell my own story and my vision of the world. As for technique, drawing is not a simple exercise to impress, it is the language that allows me to record my emotions and my audacity. During moments of creation, on my canvases, on my still nascent skins, very diverse situations arise out of nowhere: Lovers hiding behind a neuron, desolate beings without hope, music that envelops everything in its healing atmosphere, a lost atom, surfaces that are both one and the other. A constant syncretism, a constant transfiguration