Since I live in the neigborhood of Lavapiés some creatures secretly slip into my notebook. They visit me every time I pick up a pen or other painting gear. I would say that they are beings of an abnormal shape, warriors in the shape of a mess, dreamlike yokais who, before vanishing, stop in their tracks at the edge of the notebook, turn around and attack the white ghost, leaving the trace of a scribble.
Madrid, Lavapiés. 2018.
Canson paper, 220 g/m2_135 lb.
297 x 400 mm. (paper without frame).
For sale, 180 euros each.