10/06/2026
This drawing dates back to Paris, perhaps around 2008. I have always drawn as a kind of visual diary of my life. Without giving it much importance, for years I used whatever pen I could find on the table, without much care. Because of this, although it amused me, the results were often quite depressing. I always drew human misery. Eventually, I moved on to abstract forms, because the figures I create frighten me.
In these drawings, it is obvious that I had no hope of having a family. Like a fly full of trapped eggs.
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