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My art is born from cracks—not to hide them or decorate them, but to give light to what breaks in life and still continues to exist.

I use plaster, metallic pigments, enamels and raw materials because the surface must breathe, must tell a story.
My cracks imitate nothing: they are inner maps, emotional paths, scars that become bridges.
My visual language comes from architecture and engineering.
The golden lines are not ornaments: they are structures of resilience, traces of strength.
Each work carries a rhythm, a tension, an equilibrium shaped by my training and by my life experience.
Deep blue, absolute white, liquid gold, vivid red and dense black do not describe; they listen.
Matter moves like a body, vibrates like a wound that has chosen to heal while remaining visible.

There is no model to follow.
There is no reference to imitate.
There is only a language that belongs to me: cracks as identity, light as breath.
Every painting is a fragment of my path.
Those who look at it do not find a predefined form, but a place:
a place to recognize themselves, to return to themselves, to be reborn.