Painting for me is a language that takes an infinite dimension through the eyes of the spectator.
Each day we reborn with the possibility of being again and every day with the memory of previous days we make new decisions, having the possibility of being new people. Usually we cling so much to the memories that we confuse what we are with what we have been, with what we were yesterday. My painting is a being that reminds me that life is not my life, is the life that I can see, is an anonymous life, unknown to the rest, is the life through my eyes. Sculpture and painting are tools to transcend this dimension.
We are animals, beasts, with the pretention of being something else; slaves of a mind that tricks us, and that therefore, has limitations. Our faces are the reflection of our decisions, of what we are. Our posture, our body language, is a clear glass. That glass is what I paint. I am interested in what it reflects, the scars, the lights, the shadows. To paint a subject is to violate his privacy, always, even if you have permission, look for defects, the anti-esthetics; the beauty of anti-esthetic is infinite, and it is that infinite that is multiplied again and again in each new viewer my longing.