My work seems to be characterized by an extensive use of colored lines that define planes, surfaces and volumes. These lines are to me like force fields that shape the material world we live in. By drawing them I feel as if I took part in the creation of physical objects, or, in other words, as if I participated in the construction of the physical world. In that respect my paintings feel very close to sculpture. I don't copy what I see, I make my own the forms of the world. I infuse them with intention, direction, energy, personality and color, and I delight in the conflicts, contrasts and surprises that arise from the many parts of the painting, as if shapes strove to define themselves, as if they wanted to find the perfect place and the perfect way of being within the painting.
I am currently working on a series of paintings that will use these ideas to explore the artificial world of the city. We spend our lives in professionally designed environments in which all objects, spaces and sights are the product of design and architecture. What's the nature of those new landscapes? Where do their forms come from? How do they define our lives? What's the place of the human being in those spaces?