Iñaki Torres

(Bilbao, 1963) When I paint I don’t seek anything concrete — perhaps the spot that give sense to all, I don’t know if some time has been said already. In fact, I don’t understand the painting as a search; something like, for example, to scratch the coal to find a precious stone. Nevertheless, at times it is found. In any case, I believe that is a matter of undoing the picture until remain not of her more than a few grains, the enough to discover its trace, the thing that it shows and hides at the same time.