An abstract image does not illustrate anything. The form itself is sometimes intriguing. A fraction of the time in which the subject disappears and reappears is like a pulse. This spark turns me on. The object itself has no meaning. Emptiness is sometimes literal. The nature of things is alive. Color, shape, texture, space and relationships of objects affect the senses. The pure form is like catharsis. Consciously I cultivate this naivety. I like to win sounds and watch as they spread. Everything is painted with light. The composition is just cutting out pieces and their assembling. All I have is a delusion. And the impression that everything has already been said.