My work exhibits the glories of the autodidact; i let it emerge naturally and i do not force myself to be what i am not.

Art is a golden blanket that gently embraces sentient beings of pure heart; the bold ones willing to express it.

Art fuels the fire inside me.

I love widely and deeply, the Naive sense of Primitivism I manage to project in my Art. It always gives me a sense that it is not developed or derived from anything else, and it is unaffected by objective reasoning. Very similar to my nomadic life.

Before becoming an artist myself, I used to visit galleries and I enjoy someone's work... Now I visit galleries and I can enjoy seeing others enjoying my work.

Art gave me that freedom to enable myself. To recreate and process my thoughts, emotions and insecurities and to take ownership about what I am. Art allows me to get angry at myself, Art allows me to be hard on myself. Art allows me to be the demon under my own bed. Something that I always desired in matters of love, but never felt fully. Because with Art there is never any shackles.

Los mejores errores de mi vida los plasme en mis obras de arte.

Through Art I keep me all to myself.

I am an art work in constant progress; I am my own canvas, my own colors, my own brushes and my own inspiration.