I am not going to talk about technique, about the pictorial movement that precedes our time, I do not come to build the painting: I come to decompose it and put it together again. I come to talk about the rupture that happened to me, in the most difficult stage of my life.

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But not only in mine, also in that of a friend, a brother, the woman who looks into the void in the subway car, the man who helps me at the printer's. The story of all of us. The story of all of us. It is that process, as delicate as it is, to free oneself, in an infinite cycle where we go through different states, from death to life. To give a process in which, learning in the form of metaphor, manifests itself so that we listen to that clock that is intrinsic and envelops us from the deepest state to the nexus of the global vision.

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Like a leaf that we must let fall, like a tunnel that we must pass through, to give life to something new. This testimony in the form of 7 paintings, one for each phase, shows an eternal journey: The journey towards oneself. I come to speak of what moves us, of the eternal, of the crisis, of life, of time. 

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Is there no greater intrigue than that?

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Let's talk about what makes us alive, even if to live is to die in oneself first.