In my paintings, the trees are red, maybe in order to make them a sign of my infatuation by what I have looked for.

I have painted my people with a seal on their lips, with faces filled with nothing, the faces are distant, but, so close.

I am walking and I am coming, so as to be a well-kept secret of these extinguished faces. The extinguished beautiful faces and the beauties which are boundless.

In this socializing, in this traffic, I have been looking to discover the beauty.

March/April 2024