Almeria

Some months ago I rented a farmhouse in Almería, in one of the valleys of Cabo de Gata. I wanted to stay in a completely unknown place — to paint what it’s in myself, it didn’t matter what it was — something like suggest some kind of reunion. The result is these paintings that, by chance, they are about, I believe, lights and shadows of those valleys, with their textures, with the incredible daybreaks and evenings of those days. They would melted, then, in these suns of midnight.