Well, that’s the story:
people ask me always about the paintings, about the colors, about the lines, ideas, everything about my way to do that, and there’s not secrets behind it, just my stuff is my stuff. It’s a way for make breathe my mind.
But, there’s someone in all of that, the lines, the faces, the shapes, not always but often, are poisoned from one person: she’s my muse, for long time we talked about that, as painter loves the muse and as the muse just shines for her painter.
She’s exactly as I thought: lazy, slow and beautiful as a Sal-ope Parisienne.
Chili con corne