Feel the forest of lime trees in the exciting feeling lost in the dark.
The island is large when the consciousness is rendered. Exhausted
before nothingness, absence, where the road is lost. The nascent
, pervasive humidity, strong cry of water that bathes the walls of the mountain.
Mists rising from its source . Birth and transformation, alchemy the lives of countless drops of water . Ghosts
perched between the mountains, eternal clouds, breathing the ravine.
breathe Mountains, to the tune of wet heart.
's face, sweat tall, moss green .... "How different when salt becomes an appointment with the sea ... .-.
In the same eyes that are closed, are the tears of newborn.
Tears in the merger.
Joys of rain.
Nieblas, verodes mystery of lichens residents of rocks and logs. Origin of life, climbers ditches, love green mantle.
As love is the ray of light that subtly plays a fern leaf.
Eye strives to cut the figure of the trees in an uncertain landscape foliage and haze.
water breaks comes from beyond the clouds. Beautiful is merge with the landscape, which is vertiginous ravines and distant sky in two ways.
light up and down the mountain shadows tremendous.
intimate landscape, gray, oriental atmosphere. Breathing
single air fill the lungs island, in and out to the deep cut. What's up is down. Monte
green. Green and greener ... There
steps creak, up here, roaring waters.
Soledadthe sound of water, gathering in the silence of the ravine. Top
rains and the galleries below, puddles, and the path blazed by hurried footsteps.
... Already in the workshop observed displayed works and the islands.
Painting brings me to the landscape contemplado.Viaje physical and inner journey.
Nature and Creativity, diastole and systole in the heart of my paintings.
La Palma, Lanzarote in December 2009.
