Eight years ago, I embarked on a long journey toward inner knowledge, trying to understand how to get in touch with my subconscious and thus connect it with my conscious. We are trapped in a pattern of customs and certainties. There are so many things we don’t know about ourselves…
The first thing I did was adhere to an archetype that would serve as a framework. I chose nomadism as an inexhaustible source of learning through movement. The mural facilitated this choice because it gave me the opportunity to make a living traveling.
By 2015, I was already deeply involved in urban art: I painted murals and paintings in the same style. Everything was going very well: I was selling my work and even collaborating with major brands. I followed the script perfectly, but something didn’t fit.
In 2017, I felt burned out and began to understand that, even though I was managing to make my way in the arts, it wasn’t for me, and that there were spiritual purposes far more vital than the success of the work. I stopped, reflected, and abandoned everything I was doing.
I realized I was searching for something deeper, that painting was my way to connect with my spirituality. The process, then, was to empty myself and recognize myself as part of nature, traveling from city to city painting murals, improvising painting studios wherever I lived, and learning from the ordinary and the sublime at the same time.
I accepted ignorance as my teacher, emptiness as my place, and impermanence as my path. I stopped exhibiting my work and dedicated myself exclusively to painting murals, which, in turn, served as a patron for me to begin a rigorous study of painting on canvas and paper.
Silently, I spent the last few years experimenting, discovering what I intended with painting. The first lesson, which was somewhat difficult for me, was knowing that I had two simultaneous intentions: that of the mural, which speaks from the outside, and that of the painting, which speaks from the inside. I admit I had something of a two-headed complex, but I’ve overcome that.
Over the years, I’ve painted approximately 200 works on canvas and paper, experimented with digital painting and drawing, reached the depths of my subconscious through shamanic rituals, and went through all kinds of situations you might encounter on the road, and now I can say I’ve achieved my goal.
I’ve reached a place where I can fully express myself. I understand the reason for my work and my stay on earth; everything is connected, synchronized. The solitude of the nomad denied me all kinds of customs and habits. It was there, then, that I was able to see and recognize myself. There is something wild about my existence; I find in the primitiveness of nature a door to the future.
The work I present to you is timeless; it doesn’t portray anything in particular; it is an action in itself; something is happening in each painting. I invite the viewer to draw their own conclusions. The mixed media and viscosity of my paintings are a reflection of the wealth of memories, feelings, and emotions we hold within ourselves: secrets, grudges, and loves that we jealously guard in our innermost being, as if protecting our true selves from external judgment.
How can I paint guilt, betrayal, or abandonment? In my experiments with entheogens, I came to see feelings as organic volumes, like forest moss: energies that are difficult to capture, mutating. From this understanding, I began to love everything that cannot be repeated.
In my painting, action is essential; there is an atmosphere so you can wander and interpret freely; the work acts as a visual support for the inner chaos of the viewer. They are sometimes places; at other times, intentions, versatile to all kinds of narratives.
There isn’t much to say about the work: it’s about feeling. I believe the context from which I search and work explains very well the soul I represent within the broad spectrum of painting. This year, 2025, I have exhibited again. I’m sure of what I’m telling you. I’m at peace with painting, and now I’m back to the very beginning: an eternal new beginning.
Symbiosis is about this: a state of harmony where things happen, unfolding without the need for constant thought. Life becomes a metaphysical dance of challenges, causalities, and encounters. Imagine emotions as energetic mold, amorphous substances that are created in every encounter, in every event. Like the sea or the clouds, the emotional form cannot be repeated; each feeling is unique, even if you repeat the action.
In the astral field, the form is not solid and symbolizes color more than the figure. How fantastic it is to understand that our emotions are a unique and ephemeral form. Perhaps this awareness leads us to another understanding of events, where something you felt, a desire, or even a thought, although recurring, is unique. It will not be reproduced, even if you return to the same place or feel something similar. Every moment is unique, and this completely changes the rules of the game.
I dedicate myself to painting things that cannot be repeated. Starting from emptiness, I see how feelings are born and fade. My job is to capture an emotional snapshot of the present moment: to portray a sigh, joy, feelings, emotions that merge to form something else we call singularity.