I really love creating.
It is something that is inside of me and I cannot spend a single day without writing, painting, photographing or even composing.
If I don’t, it’s a day without any sense for me. I cannot explain this feeling properly, it is as if a flame burns inside me and its combustion has to come out – from one form or another – it has to be released, expressed.
I dedicate so much time to my works and they represent a very large part of me. It is like a puzzel that asks for the piece is assembled, defined and built.
Often, these pieces end up in other people’s homes, and I confess that I like to feel that part of me is being treated well. Many times, they send me pictures of where they put my work of art, and honestly I am very gratified with the final result. The knowledge that someone likes and exposes what I do.
Here, I do not have the representation of all the paintings I have sold, not all of them send me the photos, but of the few who sent me, I leave their registration and how proud I am of where they are and with whom they are.