I love red, black and the deep brown of dried blood; drama, tango and the heat of the womb.
When I paint or when I sculpt, I'm dancing on a tightrope between what disturbs and what seduces.
Sometimes I slip, sometimes I fall, but art must take risks, otherwise it makes no sense.
So, I continue to wander and make mistakes. And once in a while, a miracle happens: the grace, the perfect counterpart, where intensity, humanity and seduction play the same cord.