One day I discovered fate made my little existence in the world would not be filled, if it was not among brushes, colors and other gear of the work trestle.
After that my mind did not understand and / or my hands were not busy, good looking or painting it wanted to express my mind what I meant.
Disciple of what my eyes see and understand what Nature shows me, voyeur museum, looking for answers to my questions; hidden from those who I admire ... Raphael, Ingres, Picasso, Dali, Gaya or Pedro Cano, and so many other great masters disciple.
Later I accused him inside me, and I understood that was to pick him up and represent in shaping my work; but no fights, no quarrels, to not frighten and flee because he wanted to show it to the human universe that I love so much.
River, jump for joy, sometimes even cry, when I find my hands and my mind have been able to express what I occult has shown me.
I look back without fear, my mistakes, my mistakes, recognizing them, seeking to correct them and wanting to give it my best today, tomorrow and the next.
Thank you very sincerely, what they appreciate my work, because I understand appreciate my dedication, my effort to try to give something good to our world.