The art of finding beauty in a series of mistakes.
The artist’s master is his own work — the mixture of colors and sounds, of scents and memories, the dreaming spirit of a child and the nostalgia of a grown man.
The magic of an inexplicable force that guides the stroke through stages of extreme emotions, where love and hate, attachment and rejection are experienced — a struggle and reconciliation with the work itself.
Imagining that the farthest place in front of you is only your own back, makes you travel the world without moving, filling your mind with stories never seen, heard or experienced. Everything is within you — in that voice that whispers beside you, the one that makes you a prophet of its word and offers you the gift of admiring its creation.
I am to God, as the brush is to me.