It takes time for everything that is printed in the memory, to be consistent and unchanging and stay. Now the pictures are fast, the information is run over and the virtual confused with reality, memory is changeable, with inconsistent and volatile impressions.

The Memory wires

I picked frames made in early 2000, after completing the graduation, which were already part of the memory, steeped in stories, emotions, moments, dreams of that time, and put them here along with more recent paintings, confrontandos each other, realizing what the weather constructed or deconstructed. It takes time for everything, that is printed in the memory to be consistent and unchanging and stay. Now the pictures are fast, the information is run over and the virtual confused with reality, memory is changeable, with inconsistent and volatile impressions. Lemons follow the cycle of the seasons, the first born leaves, then flowers and then slowly grows the fruit. Time takes its time. The cactus grows slow, unchanging as the memory wires that constitute our identity.