I lived in the Amazon jungle of Colombia, for 15 years, that is why I paint its landscapes in my large-format watercolors. She is a living being comparable to a woman for her beauty, for her forms, for her entrails, for her fragrances and for that tireless love of giving birth to new fruits. Our Inca, Mayan and Aztec ancestors were right to call it Pachamama, because they saw what I feel when I enter its deep light and decipher its labyrinths, its shapes, I experience my fears and its endless polychromy, that is why in each creation I create a map to go through it and live it, putting the observer in an internal dialogue of harmony with nature in front of my creations.

These jungles are our life, they are the life of planet earth: they are fresh water, they are pure air, they are food, they are humidity, they are medicine, they are shelter, they are biodiverse but they are also mulatto, Indian, mestizo, black, American, they are sacred They are of humanity, they are for everyone, they are our essence. It is not the jungle of New York or Paris; it is not the Nature of Rome, nor the Cibeles of Greece or Peking; It is our mother earth, it is the Pachamama of García Márquez, that of Simón Bolívar, that of José Eustasio Rivera, that of Neruda, that of Chico Méndez, that of Bertha Cáceres, that of Juan Ceballos and many more who offered their lives to defend her. of progress and the overwhelming technology of capital.

In each work I nurture an inner feeling and a respect for the secrets of that immense living being that can only exist through the creative act of a supreme, sovereign and infinitely perfect intelligence, like God’s.

An important characteristic of my watercolors is that they are mostly in large formats, on canvas papers or canvases where I no longer use glass and with this very old procedure I indefinitely extend the life of my works.