All the works you can see are abstract, therefore formless, organic. I call them "geological" because of how the paint and wax behaved when exposed to hot air during the creation of the canvases, resembling volcanic explosions or craters formed due to the collision of space rocks with the Earth's surface.

Maybe you notice that the mix between blue, pink, and gold resembles a landscape seen above, a natural phenomenon, volcanic islands, or perhaps you see colors and textures, which is also likely. However, the abstractions caused by the reliefs of ink, wax, and paraffin that accumulate in bubbles or sparsely have no form.

Somehow, however, the ability to recognize patterns and images in clouds or the smoke of a hot drink is activated. Now we can sense this meaninglessness, this abstraction, and this intense accumulation of color as something knowledgeable.

No way we could identify this shapeless paint, but in some way, now we can.

I remember the first time I depilate with wax - not shaved, because I always had thick hair, and shaving with Gillette would make my hair thicker - I was 10. I remember asking my mother to do it because I was hairier than the other girls of the same age as me. Later that day, I went to play in my street, as I was used to doing, and a boy saw me and asked why my legs were so red. I didn't answer because it would be admitting that I wasn't as "normal" as I was supposed to be. Since then, I have applied wax on my entire body once a month, let it dry, and rip it out of my skin. I have been doing it for 20 years. It's funny how I ended up using wax in my artwork later. The wax is present in my abstract painting, but when I use my face as a canvas, it becomes that everything I do is personal.