My spirit becomes wonderfully and uniquely noble and, out of nowhere, the sense of variability which has an inexplicable strength embraces me and gives my existence some mystery and makes me the hero of my paintings. I humbly obey to the spirit within and surrender to the power of the world being created where I am allowed to exist and fulfill my mission. But only then can I feel that I exist and breathe. I wish I could stay there forever; in this surreal world, which is sometimes more real than reality itself; there, exists the proximity to God which becomes part of the fantastic world called art.