The creation
This series of illustrations, made mostly from a “spontaneous drawing,” are from different moments, some years apart, others started in one period and finished in another, where I “narrate” what I have imagined about the creation of life. The Maker is like this; The lines were made several years ago and the illustration is from now, the last one I have done. To this series I want to add a couple more that are not ready yet.
The maker
The beggining
"When we were humans and were born from trees
The goddess claimed us dead, drowned,
To return us to initial life.
When we were humans the gilding of the leaves was not gold.
The age
The manifestation
The shine was not stone
They were not cold memories, masters of pain.
When we were humans the moon also devoured us
The snakes made a nest in our chest
And evil did not possess us,
We were children of the night and the day
And there was nothing above or below us...
Daimon
...when we were human we didn't care about being human."
