My path is insanity and it is completely far from common sense. Madness is Beauty, Love, Death, Desire for an unattainable ideal. My paintings are wandering, the silence of the end, painful and sensual eroticism. These are fragments of my dreams, my other lives. These dreams hide the key. Chimeras illuminate the path with the fire of their jaws. With that melodious grace with which the beloved calls her companion, hundreds of thousands of voices, sing wonderful songs to the Wanderer who set foot on this road. They call him. They call where the moment is like a year. Where darkness is as light burning inside. He, marked by the seal of Cain, is sliding with every step towards secrecy, to the ideal, to death. He sacrifices his life, he is a priest, an artist and a poet.