. . .This is the result (one of the possible ones). Does somebody seek other different? If it was this way, it would be stupendous to confront them. . ., or to fuse them.

This is the portal of my cathedral of the thought and of the reflection.
In their interior, I try to be discovered to myself through my painting. . .

Creating art, and more concretely painting, the time becomes more relative than never, he seems to stop or rather that he stops to beat being suspended... But it sometimes happens as if he woke up of their lethargy, and the events that they reflect inside him hurried. In those cases (that almost always happen at the end of the execution of a work), they agglutinate and they sum up in the brain the creative ideas, which leave capturing swiftly on the picture with textures and completed colors almost by magic art.
That is what today has passed with our painting... that almost has concluded. The incipient effects of the last session, in this of today frantically have mixed composing an expressive movement that almost tells everything. Now only we have left that tiny or immense final "almost"!