In the Shadow Color
... So I could name my way ... A strange path strewn with colors and meetings, steeped in reverie and listening to what surrounds us.
My world is an acrylic History, my paintings are stories, our stories, with a thread, I'll tell you.
characters and animals are everywhere, and sometimes become one.
messengers to twirl presaging change, I listen and follow my inner guide.
Each of my paintings is a part of soul and magic ... They all felt a sense of purpose ... like us.
signs multiply me by saying that the painting is my way to somewhere else and later, to rub which is not yet
... It is many times when my eyes linger on this, although long been put on the canvas, with emotion and discover that everything was already planned ... The people and situations encountered are not hazardous but approached.
It is not a moment where I wish this dream to stop, no more than let fly this marvelous intuition ....
Will I have enough life to weave on all my paintings, only it will tell me ...