I must confess that I am a lover of the most contradictory realities, a loyal servant to my thoughts. My work is a bearer of blacks and whites in my often glazed palette of colour.
Aware that my hands are the designers of the mysteries that knock on my door every day, I make these mysteries mine, I lock them into my canvases and I dress them up with paint, in case others should wish to look at them, or even admire them.
