There are things we see, notice, remember – and there are things we don’t want to see.

The Roma are frightening. Who are they? Where do they come from? What are they doing?

“I try to relate scenes of life in pictures, the moments of joy, the places we have borrowed for this while, the painful memories that still haunt.”

All our memories are colourful. All my paintings, graphics, illustrations are coded, by necessity, in colour. Becoming independent of its material, my work concentrates entirely on the meaning, and the message that derives from it. A bit like in the stained-glass windows of churches, only without the regulation. The cloisonné and the contours that curb the colours; the will to do without aesthetic devices that are completely meaningless; the desire to get as close to the essence as possible – these are the things that animate all my visual and artistic intentions. As in flamenco.

Because I am flamenco.
“Y que tengo sangre de Rey en la palma de la mano.”

I could have called all my exhibitions DUENDE, which is the flamenco trance, what enables us to live in a community, to feel this is our part in nature, to understand who we are and what position things assume in space. In other words, it is the Gypsies’ voodoo. So while you see washing lines in my pictures, mud, piles of garbage, caravan camps and Gypsies, I can see happiness there, my family, and what I am.

I could have submitted a detailed biography, an exhaustive account of my artistic intentions, all of it in perfect chronological order, but unfortunately time does not exist for me, for us. So I may have created a lot of things, but to neatly arrange them, that would be an impossible undertaking for me.

Thanks to me and to us for being here with me, with us.