Murga and Candombe are very much in my blood. They are the music to my memories of summer Carnivals, light, colors, songs, rhythm, expression, freedom, and dreams. I remember sitting by the pavement with my family, water balloons and confetti in hand, anxiously waiting for the parade to start. The joy and energy are forever etched in my memory.
When I paint, I let emotions and intuition lead the way. My works do not make statements, which I believe come from the fictitious, intellectualizing self, against which I jealously guard. Nor is my art a transmutation of symbols and ideas into their equivalents in images or forms. When I create, I do not begin with the end or even a plan in mind. Instead, I leave empty space to allow my subconscious self to take over.