Stetement

My work is born at the crossroads, where roots intertwine with memory and the wind carries with it the stories of wanderers. In each artistic gesture, the metaphor of uprootedness resonates, of the man turned into a seed, searching for fertile soil in which to sprout, where memory and earth become one. I work with plants that keep in their leaves and stems the memory of the ancients, secrets of healing and resistance that defy the passage of time and geography.

I think of nature not as a backdrop, but as a mirror of the human soul: capricious, resilient and sacred. Plants, bearers of stories, speak a language of twisted roots and fertile shade, where each leaf is a vestige of resistance and each root a testimony to the ceaseless journey of those who seek to belong. In my practice, medicinal traditions are poems without words, living archives that whisper the history of those who have walked uncertain paths.

Displacement, identity and the search for refuge become emotional landscapes, where light and shadow confront and reconcile. In that in-between space, borders blur, boundaries become illusory and the echoes of an ancient song reverberate, a fire that never goes out. My art is not only contemplation, but an act of evocation; a bridge between past and present where humanity and nature share a common pulse, where the ephemeral and the eternal embrace.

The world is a vast and enigmatic garden, and in its corners live stories that, like roots, have no understanding of walls or flags. Plants, in their quiet wisdom, become guardians of a profound truth: we are seeds carried by a wind without an owner, wandering in search of shade and light, in search of a song that has never been forgotten.