Time is diluted. The moment is prolonged. The space comes alive
In modern man beats a nostalgia and a need to imagine utopian places of memory and desire, recreating a geography of desired spaces, these spaces are perhaps far removed from those who have lost almost all traces: A sacred world, the place of that man was removed and to which you want to return.
With this sense of exile and search, I find, in the matter and color, faith to the certain existence of a primary home.
Series of oil paintings and acrylic, geographic coordinates where the interior moves, stretches, extends, it is projected, it merges with the external-internal. Internal is external. The external is internal. The limit does not exist.