My encounter with clay, primordial material, happened inadvertently. Clay enabled me to enter the worlds where the creative resourceful vigour, that I had felt already at my young age and by which I had been initially driven to creative writing, could be expressed. With a certain magical intensity it paved the way to the creative source slumbering in me.

Thus, I have become a craftsman in clay, constantly pursuing its features and options. Creating in clay meets my desire, a desire smouldering in a man since he was called into being: the desire to surpass himself, his own limitations, to overcome predestined certainty. Fatality. It gives me the opportunity of flying over the horizon, the creative act approaching me to the Creator. With my own hands I would like to generate beauty, perfect beauty, absolute beauty, realizing at the same time that my creations are merely its premonitions, and that my form, initiated and engendered on earth, ascending then into the sky, remains unfinished, halfway...