I consider art as a vital existential necessity of self-affirmation in the world, a metaphor for freedom and a spiritual need to create, destroy the matter and dignify the self.

TEXTURED biomorphic

I rely on subconscious experiences of biomorphic and I know the emotion, the end result is shining before me what he wanted.

I apply the rule: Emoción_Movimiento_Vida (particles, atoms, molecules) being born and dying every segundo_Impermanencia (genesis of ourselves and universe).

In the unconscious mind is the creative factor, the repository of all energy,

knowledge past, present and future (Buddhist karma).

I take art as: FREE without preconceptions or prejudices, honestly, without proper social norms, spontaneous, with no outline schemes.

TRANSCENDENTAL: there is no logical analysis, an inner reality, I mean, you ask, talks with viewer.

EROTIC: Artist bares her feelings, sheds

the superficial., spare clothes, and baroque lace with tassels "vanes." Human or inhuman: The fabric of relief, breathe ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ....

then kill it, suffocate, as I do with me, there is no pleasure or ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, hedonism ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

but wanted to funerals, burials of rabid dogs waiting for bait latent is not cold yet, only dreams are frozen to make way for worms and vultures, but despite hints to the healthy revival of hope injury.

Spiritual: The Power of humble materials follows a "dolce vivere" solidarity, love of others, sobbing with gestures

an honest, pure, loincloths, Polynesian tattoos and bags of potatoes in the furrows deep brain hermit, uneducated taboos, the brain Sage involvement

philanthropic feelings Sage.

The COLOR has temporal power: the way I feel now.

SHAPE has space power, as I describe this feeling in the space around me and interact with my environment.

MATERIAL: temporal and spatial bone, ventricles, aorta cardiac fibrillar with fresh wood coffins and veins youth denouncing injustice, I get drunk

I want to beg with dignity but I am a coward.

WHAT IS BEAUTY?

It is instant pleasure, anger, passion, love, tear the soul sewn by collectors of weak spirit like mine, for wanting to get halfway, with philosophical questions, shivering to stay afloat the indifference of fools, to be alienated

someone or something.

The fabric is skin,

Enamel, blood,

The thread, vein;

The spots that explode, I;

Cuts, anger,

Unless,

Not wanting to be

part of humanity,

Vacuum ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .... "Happiness" ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... IMPERMANENCE ... ... ... ...

Death ... ... ... .... The birth of your karmic actions ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .. a baby born.