My relationship to art has changed all throughout my life.

At first, I tried incessantly to represent my external reality. I spent hours analyzing and experimenting ways in which to replicate on paper what my eyes could see.

Afterwards, during the most painful moments of my life, my art started reflecting my internal reality. It became a powerful cathartic tool. It had enough power to give me my life back when I felt close to losing it. In those very moments when my psyche could not register my pain, my hands took the burden of transmuting it into something else. Something outside of me.

11 years ago I decided to follow a path towards health. That deep well where my anger poured from slowly started to dry out. There was no more material to eject. That intimate pain I knew so well was gone. This allowed me to see that my relationship with art need not be the same anymore. There was more. And I yearned to discover it.

This work marks the end of an era and the beginning of a new one.