When I think about my work, I see myself relating ideas and matter around a concrete origin that like a spherical magnet, attracts any metallic object in its path, my work then only consists of making it roll. In this way the images are linked not by logic, but rather by the union of plastic rhymes. Conjugations ordered with the deliberate intention that they do not seem so. Distortions that I am not able to rationalize or understand, but nevertheless, I see around me and try to convey in my work, perhaps because I do not know how to do otherwise. I am not very interested in reality and yet I am totally seduced by the truth.