El eterno retorno de la pintura
Por Francisco Carpio
I firmly believe -perhaps with an excessively idealized faith, but certainly sincere- in the artist's fidelity to those first steps, sometimes hesitant, sometimes sure and stable, that he takes at the dawn of his creative beginnings. They are those moments that, like first love, will remain forever indelible in the emulsified matter of his personal memory and his professional history as an artist.
Painting -I have already said it and written it-, that old trade of light and darkness that seeks incessantly and illusionistically the chimerical objective of looking, understanding and representing the world with the only baggage of some sharp and sharpened brushes, some canvases, some grams of light and some tubes of colors and chromatic flavors, is surely one of the plastic languages that leaves a more stable and perennial memory in those acolytes that are initiated in its arts and in its parts.