I have always considered painting as a long prayer, that starts every day with the sunrise. This ritual has accompanied me in my journey of the discovery of the OLD LANGUAGE, the lost language, the one I knew before the FALL, when I used to speak to the rock, to the tree, to the fruit, to the snake. Day after day, this prayer becomes even more profound and allows me to speak freely to things that have already died. Their words, make my creations one after the other.