When I open the eyes of my soul in the darkness, the dim light
or the sunlight and feel the multidimensional universe that
surrounds meñwhere time, geometrical coordinates, dreams,
bad dreams, memories and hallucinations emerge in the form
of a chaotic visionñI give myself up to the great desire
to open a door leading to this universe and to pick up the
brush to depict, alas, awkwardly the landscape and the fantastic
beings swarming through it.
Sometimes there is a tower stretching away into infinity.
Its aerial columns and swirling platform delimited by the
invisible surface generated by a mathematical curve are the
home of countless men, women and chimeras.
If after some brushstrokes I am the prey to an emotional disturbance,
then I take a pen and write,
"El azul del espacio y los colores
De la tierra se funden en el hondo
Y silÌceo crisol de la materia,
Y de este modo surge el incendio
Deslumbra y alucinaÖ."
Sometimes the blurred remembrance of an imaginary (real?)
voyage to exotic seas haunts me. And only when the manifestation
of the unconscious comes into consciousness and the canvass
begins to be covered with the glossy oil paint I feel free
again, rowing by my fellow passengers through dark green waters,
heading for an unknown beach.
In any case, once I cross the threshold and the inner world
hiding away in the recesses of my mind becomes tangible, I
decide that colors, lights, shadows, lines, textures, shapes
and spaces in the picture must be controlled by the well known
principles of Art: balance, emphasis, harmony, variety and
rhythm. And I commence painting.