In these times of anorexic muses and artificial satellites, where art is always questioned, it survives as a nearly perfect crime. To create is a voluntary skirmish between philosophical deviations and stock market speculation. This is why I try to surprise myself with ancient magical rituals, where the anarchy in the spontaneous mix of pigments that are slightly guided by the will of my brush towards the creation of multiples of spots, suggesting the existence of gods and deities that are spying from another world and requiring their intrusive presence.
Favio Castán 2011
