Painting to feel what, to verify what, and finally to do what? An accumulation of beautiful finds? No, but the yes, the yes of life, this crazy charm of life that resists all death. To experience your own life forces through the other. To arrive by him or with him at the evidence of the living which carries us in its push. With the inexplicable joy of painting in the unknown. A way of forcing death to wait. In my case, this involves the portrait of others. I cannot get tired of the disturbing reality of their impossible to reach bodies, I attach myself for a long time to the face, this part of the human body where inside and outside are mixed and where all its meaning comes together.