However we try to hide under many layers of clothes or behind thick concrete walls our lives, the heap of sensations of our existences leak out.

In these paintings i move through the trail of every single drop we lost.

With them, i depict faces and bodies, often almost imperceptible, which make frail shapes in a blank space.

Each black and white shot is a frame nearby the other one and each figure breathes along with the next one.

I am not blind to colors but i am attracted by the weight and the dense lines of the images out there.

What i need is to describe as close as possible the people around me, the choral story in which we are sunken everyday.