All the way from Cuba, somewhere in Vermont drawing my life away on small scraps of paper as the world sleeps, all while keeping a 5x5cm format.
For me the figure, apparently minimized, pushed to one or another essence, and through circumstance autobiographical, is what somehow expresses the inexpressible for me. In truth, I don't know what role they play, but their participation gives me a certain satisfaction. I am not interested in proving or solving anything, but only in giving it shape, making it visible, bringing it in from the periphery to paper. It is always the figure that obsesses me. It is a very private and quiet obsession, it is a recurrence, a continual recurrence, a rethinking, a re-feeling. It is both anima and atom.