In 2021 I decided to pause my personal search, leave my abstractions aside to embark on a stage of study and experimentation, paying homage to great masters of world figurative painting.

At first I did not know that from this risky 3-year pause, from these “interpretations”, I was going to draw transcendental conclusions and guidelines to resume my work. In April 2024 I left for Buenos Aires with several blank notebooks and the firm idea of rediscovering my line. The Rorschach test, symmetry, left/right, but above all the process of transformation and rebirth of butterflies were my starting point, my pupa.

Far from everything I know and in solitude, the chrysalises finally cracked, dividing me in two, like that imaginary line that defines the concept of the equinox and the Equator, working with my left hand and my right hand at the same time, reflecting each line, folding the leaves to stain them; opening and closing the wings/leaves like a butterfly.

This would be the return to my work, to the tachycardia, to the naive violence of my signature: this time inhabiting the center, the equinoctial line, existing between opposite forms.

The "Cracking of the Chrysalis" is a reflection, a silent flight... a metamorphosis, symmetry... mirror... absence... presence.

 

Life…

              

            Death…

                                 

                             

                              Life…