This is what happened with art, and in particular with this particular way of making art. It happened that one day, reading a page of “Crime and Punishment”, I imagined Dostoevskji writing those same lines with pen and inkwell. I imagined his gesture, his pauses for reflection, his doubts and finally his satisfaction. And so instinctively I took a piece of paper and a pen and began to copy that page by hand, seeking an impossible identification with the writer. I copied the first page, I copied the second and then the third, the fourth, the fifth…until I decided to rewrite the entire first volume within a single space. Yes, because the more I copied those wonderful pages by hand, the more I realized that what really interested me was the aesthetic aspect of what I was doing, that is, taking the use of handwriting as the substance and color to its extreme consequences, through the spatial redistribution of the novel within a single support, in order to transform that written text from something that could be read, leafing through the book page after page, in two, three or four weeks, into something that could be seen, all in once, here and now. Of that first attempt at rewriting a literary text by hand within a single space, only a couple of photos remain (published in the “Works” section of this website), the paper having been lost during a move.

This was therefore the intuition from which everything was born. An artistic proposal whose meaning has expanded and defined over the years, through the natural and necessary evolutions that always involve the path of an artist.