Hua Hin, March 2019

It is unlikely that words will end up supplanting images, so it is also unlikely that "explaining" my work makes sense. There are too many gaps to fill and too many empty words.

I think trying to decipher some of the codes of nature - chaos - so close to the acts of unconsciousness and brutality of the self-proclaimed predators sapiens is quite a long journey.

A journey where the artist, the seller of dreams, the social buffoon, that is, I, is posed as Simon of the desert climb to the watchtower from where we can observe and perhaps witness, on a personal level, a reality visible from a distance.

A distance that, fortunately, allows art and, also, science to come out like a small breath of fresh air.

Text by Guillem Nadal