I didn't choose to be a painter. Painting chose me. The passion for painting began when I was very young and I started to draw. At the moment when I began to have a conscience, a sense of life and the world around me. I became aware of the desire to paint. I began to paint in oils about 20 years ago and I never stopped. It was a psychological necessity. It was a part of me, a way of life and a way of thinking.

However, there is a fine line between creativity and insanity. Some say it is a curse being an artist. A person who feels so deeply, but to me the alternative is unthinkable. Painting for me is to observe. To see light with different angles, shadows, reflections and the change of colors translating an interior passage. This is a manner of describing and recreating things, a change of reality and also the observation of reality and of others.

 With painting one learns patience and the passion for details. There are days when I do not paint. That day I have a sensation of loss. The paintings that are not created at that moment of inspiration are forever lost. Another moment is another painting. The painting has its own life. When it comes out of the studio, it no longer needs the painter. It is independent and speaks for itself. It passes across time and will sometimes return to celebrate itself after the death of the painter.

 When I sell my paintings. I sell a dream. When I sustain my life from my vocation, it is magic. When people criticize my paintings it upsets me. I give the best of my being and my soul to the painting. If someone cannot understand the images I produce it does not make me less of an artist. I love painting; it is food for my spirit. When I paint something that I have dreamt or an image that is in my head I am sometimes disappointed. The final painting does not do justice to the initial concept I had.

In addition, a few of my works are based upon physical acts and not intellectual concepts. My creations are affected by my feelings. The sentiments of each day, (anxiety, love, joy, rage). These interventions change the course of creation and infiltrate the painting without my knowledge. It could be in a landscape a figure or a still life.

Furthermore, they say a painter always paints a portrait of himself. And that is finally, at which a true painter arrives, spontaneously. To paint is to render one self vulnerable; it is to open your heart to others. It is the giving of your inner most being.