Doors for the soul

Colors, shapes, strokes ... every human expression moves me and shakes my insides. Life and death, and the transition from childhood to old age, I see them written on the pupils, the walls, the abstract design that the inclemencies of time draws parallel to expressions of young rebels. Even the abstraction becomes a realism, stripped, lacerated, covered with paint of vivid colors, intensified by the visual passion that runs through my veins. I paint, photograph and then I am.