When I start a new picture I always think about my life, a straight line that branches out at some point.
The roads are many
The paths are never linear, but jagged, with angular volumes to interpret the difficulties of existence
From these lines I wander from time to time, the emotions become rocks that hide gold, silver and copper mines.
Threads that flow, metals that strengthen, mirrors to pause and look inside.
Stylized shapes where everyone interprets their own soul, dark or clear, in a contrast of colors and lights in which to get lost.