Since I was a child, my mother, when I had to study, hid my pencils and colored markers and everything that could distract me or that could be used to paint, walls, cabinets, tables, ceilings … without exaggerating, -any place was good -which blank canvas, to express myself-; therefore, to dedicate some letters to my mother, who has been responsible for some of her white hair, is not to overdo it, but to pay a fair, affectionate and loyal tribute. “… I remember you mom, when I am painting and you used to tell me, what will go through your head my son, to be painting and drawing constantly and everywhere…”

I have recently managed to collect just a few drawings and paintings with good fortune, because, to whom I gave them as gifts: family and friends, preserved my legacy -to whom I am grateful- and that I will show you in my Primigenia stage.

On a certain occasion in an interview I was asked what I did for a living; then, I answered very naturally that my profession was that of Lawyer; however, something inside me told me that there was something else I should add, my passion for the plastic arts claimed its position, I was underestimating a passion that had accompanied and seduced me all my life and that has given me so many good moments; it is like when a father is asked only about a son or daughter and wants to talk about the others that he also has.