Woman, you were born from the depth of the Earth, from the hot entrails of the life to give testimony of your mystical love.

I can not sell my art for my art is made from me, from my wet and warm dreams, from my sensitive and dreamy skin. My art has my scent, my sweat, deep scars will horrify you. My art is unique, it has no exchange value.

From the blue ocean of my dreams you were born, butterfly-woman.

ABOUT THE ARTISTIC TASTE

Art can´t lower itself to satisfy the popular taste. Art must educate people. Our truth and our commiment is the most important, the beginning and the end of our activity. Nothing of alienation, nothing of creating something to satisfy the idiocy and the bad taste of the merchants. Merchants have already caused too harm to the culture. Enough!

LEARNING

Learn to jump the wall of your limitations, to see beyond your prejudices. Learn to be somebody, not something.

Sex is more spiritual than people believe

Sex is the body that sings its madness
Sex is the skin that poeticizes its wild freedom.

WELCOME LOVE

Love came and the childhood of my eyes was born again
Everywhere love goes, my senses will go.
Everywhere it leaves its trail, its divine madness
my spirit will be.