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MY LIFE

under construction

35 years of construction. Less than a year at the eassel

I am not a product of an art school. I am a product of dust,wet concrete nd heavy lifting. For three and a half decades, I have been a plumber and builder, navigating the evolution from raw, primitive tools to modern systems.

The packaging changes, but the content remains the same.

On a construction site, you don´t grow old - you get consumed. My rhythm isn´t dictated by inspiration, but by exhaustion. I don´t fall asleep at 11:00 PM; I collapse at 5:37 PM. 

My art is not a body spent on scaffolding. It is the residue of a life where the only constant was the weight of the material and the silence after sthe shift. 

I don´t paint what I see. I build what I have experienced.

No one grows old on a construction site.