It happened one day while walking. I felt that painting was the way to continue expressing myself. I felt that an infinite world of possibilities was opening up. A world that would never end. I painted day and night. I read books and painted. I soaked myself in art. I met authors that amazed me, Tapies, Pollock, Kieffer... and from their hand, I was adopting my own technique. I found my own way. A personal way of painting, arising from the need to show what I feel. To express what moves me.