Que mis manos trabajen por la paz, que nunca causen dolor, y cuando muera, que me muera de amor. May my hands work for peace, may them never cause pain, and when i die, may i die of love.
My process is very simple: i need to feel inspired, and anything and everything can trigger this feeling.
The only pre-meditated step on my painting is the preparation of the canvas that i am going to use: it needs to be coated with a very good grade gesso. From them on i just go, until i am happy with the composition.
Born in Caracas, Venezuela. Boarding school in Madrid,Spain. Studied Architecture in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil and Berkeley, CA. I moved to San Francisco in 1989, after finishing school in Rio, and worked at a very prestigious Atelier of Architecture for 8 years. I do love Architecture, and i am good at it. However, it is a trade that demands a lot of time, and i found myself becoming progressively stressed, and in need of something to help me relax and decompressed, and painting became that something, in part because my father had been an accomplished painter, but only has a hobby, painting in a realistic style his different prized horses and cebú cattle in his ranch in Venezuela, and i saw the calming effect that painting would have in him. Discovering my love for painting was life changing for me, and after a couple of years doing it, i took the plunge and quit my job to paint full time, thanks to a small trust fund inherited from my grandfather that allowed me total freedom from needing an income. As the time went by, my friends started to acquire my paintings, and then friends of friends. Eventually i met someone that became my agent, and we did 4 shows with the Limn Gallery of San Francisco. But that experience made me realize that i don't really like doing shows, because it becomes a lot of work, with a lot of pressure, and would remind me of my job as an Architect,which ultimately made me feel burned out, and not wanting to do it ever again, and i didn't want that to happen with painting. And was starting to happen, with the gallery calling me twice a week to urge me to paint, because they wanting to make me famous, and i hated it. So, i sabotaged myself and abruptly stopped painting for about 3 years, when i travelled for extended periods of time, did nothing, and had fun. Then, one day, i woke up craving to paint. I started this new phase of my life slowly, getting to know again the techniques i had used before, and experimenting with new ways of how to do it, but remained faithful to abstract, which has been, always, my favorite style. I can remember when i was 10 or 11 going to Art Galleries with my mother, and always participated actively in the acquisition of the art that was hanged in our houses, always modern or contemporary. I always had a predilection for working in large formats, and came to believe that i detested small canvases, even when my friends were always asking me to work in smaller formats that would be more affordable, and easier to hang since not too many people have the large spaces that my paintings required. Then one day not too long ago, my sister got me in Paris a beautiful album of Canson paper, made from cotton. That album inspired me to try to work in a smaller format, and to my shock, i absolutely love it, and have been doing it for the last couple of years, and will do, i hope, for many more years to come.