The love of drawing was born and raised me to always stand aside in the activities of drawing from primary school through secondary school but could never allowed to flourish, with an unresolved for me.

Sometimes the lack of time to have a lot of work, sometimes lack of money to take classes was taking my life into another direction.

After many setbacks found in therapy until I draw my duty almost proposed to me ...... my first painting that I had never managed to handle the watercolors or tempera-for me were my worst "trebajos-was against the possibility of painting with oils ...... was a great challenge.

First, the anxiety of wanting to start and finish and then search the detail of each stroke .... enjoy the rest while looking at the "new" to have them up, I in my munfo stroke after stroke in the search for the shadow color relief ..... I finish my first table near the edge and came to the exhibition to which I attended and listened to the comments of those who saw the play and the comments were many in number and all good ..... me is trying to listen for a while and could not believe you talk about my table at the level of the other exponents who have spent years in the art of painting.

The son of my teacher said that was one of the one you like ...... continue that momentum as well cocurri technical seminars with more unstructured .......

I had the opportunity to sell some works, what makes my mind according to close the circle of which conveys something on a canvas, elquelo looks and likes, and takes auque occupying more than your eye at some point .. . that's my circle to which the work occupies a mere moment in the life of someone else ....

also hours at the computer entering the various museums in the world they made dawn wonder ....... wanting to see more without feeling the psao of hours just feeling the emotion in the soul of the blleza of thousands of works and when I felt that I was not at that level and that mine was a lack of respect for roasting I met with the teacher Rigoca in a common forum ignoring the wingspan of his work, thinking it was a painter like me, sientu his slap my back when Alaga some of my work and discover their own .... I was amazed in the midst of a plateau of paint where I spend a lot to admire .... I present some of my work to share with my more humble ....

sometimes life gives you a blow because he has another target for you .... do not lose faith perhaps there is good news in the corner but you Like .....