“my first toy was pen and paper… maybe not literally my first toy but the first toy my mother noticed that made me quiet and entertained for hours. paper, markers, crayons, crayons were always my favorites toys… “toys”…” “but my passion was never just for creating, everything was part of the ritual: organizing my materials, creating an ideal space to put my ideas on paper and build my worlds, everything always started and ended with me, a table and my toys (materials of painting).” “Today I dreamed of a mouse, he was stealing blue things, and he told me it was to make paint for his project, he told me he was painting a human and invited me to see his sketch. I accepted, so the mouse came to me he took it into his world and there he showed me the outline of a tired young worker coming to life before my eyes, the lines taking shape and the colors assimilating the shapes like a spreading fungus… I was amazed how that mouse gave life to something that was dead, which in this case is the tired worker.”
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