|They are, in the privacy of a rest room, the
paintings whom I pamper as companions of many moments, with the difficulty
that for me involves translating some feelings onto paper. My conversations
with the works cannot take place amidst hubbub, it takes a time, a long look,
and every day, according to my feelings, I look at one or the other and continue
whatever time I am. Nostalgia for something finished, the beginning of concerns
and promises. I greet them, sometimes I am indifferent, others I get angry
and scold them, they always answer me firmly so that I feel a deep satisfaction.
Today they are our life and I am going to dwell on each one of them, I want
to encourage you to enjoy.