• Sketches Of Love And Survival.

When the posts light up the walls of the avenue I realize that I have turned them into my canvas and in each one of them a story is told that many times goes unnoticed, art is a controversial word and we know that graffiti will always be something vibrant and ephemeral, it will always be an echo of life itself and for me it is a mixture of passion, struggle and in many occasions desperation.

Many times we say that with hunger love does not last and for those of us who dedicate energy to culture this saying resonates, because sometimes I paint my dreams on the walls with each brush stroke and I give a declaration of ownership, somehow for me it is an act of love but not to a culture or art but love for the peace that this form of expression gives me and above all to start something and finish it in the shortest time possible, I know that many will not understand, but that will remain my heartbeat whether in the village or in the city.

I have said that sometimes I walk from tambo to tambo or from tambo to tambo like a Sunday limbo trying to avoid recognition and remain anonymous, because survival does not depend on applause but on resistance, many times I would like to give some beauty to those inhospitable corners to transform them into a gallery of free art, but we are clear that art does not fill my stomach but at this moment it is not only about making a living but about creating to be able to live it, somehow this is the way in which I can leave a mark that at some point will speak for those who have no voice.