The drawing in my works
Discovers the natural lines of the world around me.

The pen. The Ink.

Lines that emerge towards the organic.

I´m going in search of harmony.

Harmony that sometimes turns fragile.
Fragility that seduces me.
Seduction that ignites me
And awakens my will.
Lines created to replace words.
Exodus, uprooting.

With this emotional charge I try to coexist, transforming time.
With strokes which point to directions
The drawing is only a pretext,

And is the response to a new reality.


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Grass, ground, seeds

1 comment:

fargopatt said...

awesome job!!!! I wish I could draw!!!!
xoxoxoxo