Even if I don’t always have pencil and paper with me, I draw what I see. But while drawing is to observe in order to understand, the truth is that I often do not understand anything. When I give two-dimensional form to what I observe, sometimes there is a beautiful confusion between pain and laughter. It is like when the chakras are opened with reiki and a jet of negative energy is propelled out. Or not. In any case, it is my way of digesting reality, of putting a face to that monster that can be human ugliness, and turning it into a pet. Even if the digestion gives rise to another monstrosity.