I conceive my creations as a painter, even though I hardly use paint!
I conceive my creations as a poet, even though I destruct the words, to retain only fragment of letters, desperate attempts to communicate.
My preferred materials are those that can be found in the streets, having suffered the passing of time, those whose mundane functions do not spontaneously elect them as arty material.
I build my work upon the humanity and the fragility I perceived in those.
I question the fundamental building bricks of Art: Rhythm and Composition, aiming to develop the graphic equivalent of the style for a writer.