Rabia

Hay temporadas de mucho enfado. No entiendo a la gente, me siento desplazado, contengo y al final exploto — pero siempre lo hago en papel, precisamente para no ser como ellos. Esta serie es eso: la rabia que sale por algún lado, convertida en obra. Tinta china sobre papel, a brochazos, sin filtro.

There are spells of pure anger. I don't understand people, I feel out of place, I hold it in and in the end I explode — but I always do it on paper, precisely so as not to be like them. This series is exactly that: rage that has to come out somewhere, turned into artwork. Chinese ink on paper, raw and unfiltered.