When I look back, I realize that everything that has made me grow the most has required a deep kind of waiting. A long wait — beautiful and difficult at the same time.

At moments filled with work, and at others with nothing but pause and observation. A waiting inhabited by light and fear, by restraint, resignation, euphoria, and hope.
 

Time stretches and contracts according to emotion, and it is the ink sliding across the canvas that finds its place within the geometry each of us carries inside. Time moves forward untamed, and only the self can hold the way it is interpreted.
In these works, free and warm movements emerge, heirs to the beginnings of the series created with coffee, where the piece comes alive, separates from the artist, and returns to its own nature, allowing for an uncertain ending — as happens with so many things in life.

This series seeks to reveal the strength and delicacy that coexist in every waiting that leads toward an emergence of light.