My work does not typically involve thinking. I do not plan, I do not decide, and I do not start with a sketch drawn in pencil. All I do is place an ink dot in the center of the paper and, focusing on music or a dialogue on the radio or television, I let my mind go and guide my fingers on its own quest for shapes and colors, void of instructions.
After a while I come back to myself wondering where I am, what day it is, what time… Then I see the drawing and as if it were something totally foreign, I take in its details: I see faces, eyes, mouths, bodies, creatures.
Sometimes I complete some identifiable form, add some retouching here and there, and I go astray again lost in my thoughts, or in the thoughts of others, while my hands get again carried away by their winding elaboration.