I needed therapy. All this frustration, anger, sadness and introversion issues… I’ve never been good at expressing my feelings with words, or asking for what I need, or saying no before I explode. And so come painting. No words, just images. Me, alone with my images. A perfect match. Even better, it could all be done with oil painting, so I needed turpentine, with that smell that I love so much… maybe it makes me high, who knows. Getting your hands and clothes dirty, listening to the light sound of the brush on a canvas or a piece of wood and submerging myself in the colors and shapes that come to existence in front of me. That’s how I find my pleasure.
It started with painting images of small details, a tree, a rock, a street… daily images that stayed with me because they captured my imagination, made me calm, or frightened me, or brought me back to some cherished memory of a sweet smell, or the wind on my naked body… Windows into a world that was out there but come to live inside me.
Then come “On Humanity”, those abandoned dogs, and cook fights, bull fights, and animals in factories… But it was mainly the abandoned dogs. I’m not really an activist in animal rights; it was just that while living in Asia those bloody abandoned and sick dogs where everywhere. There are so many injustices, pain, death, sickness and poverty in the world that ...