MURAL

I`ve understood that I'm a painter, when one day a drop of paint fall of the brush in an area that was not to be that color. 

 

I then realized that each painting is a challenge of acceptance of stains and expressions that transcends and chooses me. As if at each stroke, something that already exists is being revealed, only waiting for me to expose it. 

 

When I started "seeing" all that exists beyond my ideas and my initial sense of things, I also started to lift the veil of my existence. 

 

My greatest ambition is to be able to stay in the tenuous line between the imagination and the invisible. 

 

To find out if the faces I paint, are entirely my inspirations, or if they in fact already exist in another dimension. 

 

I paint golden women where birds land and flowers spring. 

 

The meaning of my existence is the colors that by accident fall of the brush.