I paint because to do so produces in
me a state of enchantment: I try to fly, to dream, to float,
and by losing my individual consciousness; I become the soul
revealed in the object painted.
It is like a catharsis process in which
I sink deep into the depths, into the mysterious abyss of the
ocean, like a blooming white water lily at night, and I feel
like the wings of her petals. All this puts me in a state of
joy and pain, enlightens me, connects me to the All, although
I shouldn’t look at my creation, paint and paint again.
I paint and write to have a dialogue with myself, as Virginia
Wolf did it with her “prose-fiction”. It is a vital
expression, transporting me to the mystical world, like a magic
Throughout this process, I come to the
conclusion that the basic essentials of reality are in Poetry
and the Invisible, the fountain of the visible, the ultimate
truth of the miracle of life and the magic of the universe.
So I can only be a transmissions vehicle. Art, poetry and painting
become a kind of priesthood, a sacred ordeal to connect me with
the eternal soul of the world.
Accordingly, I put so many things in
my canvasses: broken glasses, silver pieces, coral shells, little
starfishes… things that I find and keep like treasures
with fascination, because they are part of the beauty of Nature.,
a beauty which is disappearing and dying nowadays. I feel like
the swan, singing his last song while trying to defend itself
from the waning moon.
But the moon -the inspiration, the muse-
comes back, like a miracle, and I can see how from these broken
and diluted world Beauty comes to life again , and me with it,
While I am painting , I get the sensation
of losing myself ,of belonging to the painting or the poem which
is being painted or written, as if I don’t exist beyond
the picture or the poem.
So all leaves are dark and heavy, and
I’m just a spiritual part of the world, inserted in the
All, and all acquires a subtle, weightless and mystic permanence.
I never think about how other people
see my poems or pictures, even when trying to sell my art work:
it is wealth by itself. And I see the painting like a poem.
So I evaluate the mystic and religious experience inside this
I experience the process like an act
of love, of connection to the Beauty.
Beauty, creation, and music become all
the same pulsation and desire. It is like diving in the surf
of the sea with its rhythmic cadences while the music comes
from its center feeling that being just a drop of water, it
is possible to be the entire ocean: you are the ocean.