Out of the emotional stagnation, the load of emotions that fail to be released, are collected and stored and become explosions.

Once in a while I manage to throw up everything, a big mess that concentrates into a balanced, aesthetic and organic explosion.

This is my way of venting.

It becomes a bookmark for a period in life, and when it clears you can continue to the period after.

In the end, a story is created, a life journey and the art that remains and documents my inner world.