When I was little and I entered my mother's room at night, to say goodbye and say good night, I found her very collected praying the Rosary. She had a small table next to her bed, which had a drawer full of devotional books, novenas, and Holy Scripture.
After some time, on one occasion, I asked him to lend me the Bible and there were things that I read and understood absolutely nothing, but I remember once I opened the writing at random, and fell into the book of Exodus, chapter 31, verse 1 to 5 and said:
And the Lord said to Moses: I have chosen Bezaleel son of Uri, and I have filled him with the Spirit of God, with wisdom and understanding, knowledge and creative capacity, to make designs and works in gold, silver, and bronze, to carve and assemble precious stones, to carve wood, and to do any artistic work.
This was like a plastic melody to my ears. It became my structural phenomenon, the entry, exit and arrival to manifest, and so it was after high school I entered the Faculty of Fine Arts of the Autonomous University of Central America.
In the Institution I had two options, or choose Plastic Arts or Advertising Design. So I leaned in for the Plastic Arts, but I can't deny that I suffered a beautiful outburst for Art History.
I traveled the first semesters, taking the basic subjects, a whole world to observe and discover.
After being in the atmosphere of naturalism, of realism for a while, I remember as if it were yesterday when I declared: "Never in my life, never, at all, will I execute something that has to do with abstract art."
And here I am: Ecstatic about “Abstract Art”
For me to paint, create, it is: to enter and leave me without pressure, in absolute freedom, with the idea of seducing the other after I have seduced myself first.
I do not pretend to be like a plastic feudalist, rather I want to provoke a fruitful move, of everything that germinates in me, in a sovereign way to the beholder, I wish to protect in my other self, which I express artistically. I want to be like a wave, that is born, arises, grows, develops, moves and takes over a different reality.
I wish to formulate an unusual visual language, rather “inaugural” of the composition, space, line, light, color, rhythm, movement, volume, texture, including digital processes and techniques.
The ideal is to stimulate an "unusual evocation", rather surprising to the retina, a conquering, adventurous perception that embellishes.
It is a spiritual experience without reservations, even subjectively affective, because when I think I feel a great hobby, an excessive enthusiasm, an aesthetic emotional state without borders. The cerebral cortex is saturated with biochemical experiences, but it is in my inner being where these impulses are increased, and then the unpredictable arises, it simply does not ask for permission, because it precipitates autonomously, with determination, with vigor, energy, solidity, with momentum wild.
It is like a duel "spy" a confrontation, between the different capacities of human manifestations. Suddenly a variety of elements enter the stage, I see everything, from the window of my subtraction, and when the qualities of the elements are disturbingly in front of me they collide to participate, they become present on the battlefield, but not It is a contest as we understand it, because the final balance is that of a pleasant, pleasantly chromatic dispute, with its own, original executions by a wide variety of plastic components.
This aesthetic habit is very motivating, because he participated in an atypical ritual every day, nothing is routine, it is far from it. I recognize that anxiety beats me, I want to see the final event, it is a capricious event artistically speaking. It is the reflection of an inspiration, it is the implantation of one or several anatomical units in the internal cavity of my being, a "cell", which has a DNA that I program.
