As a teenager, when I saw the work of Rolando Paiva, a great photographer, I realized for the first time that photography could do more than just represent reality. It could construct another one. At the time, I thought that my expression would be painting. I loved and admired it, but I wanted to escape what seemed to me to be fetishism of the unique work. That’s why I finally chose photography. Artists are often confused and selfish, desperately seeking the admiration and compromises they reject at the same time. I’ve never felt comfortable in the role as an artist. Yet. As a photographer, I make fables. I like providing the opportunity to share visions. I believe that some of these visions are given to me. They pass through me just like water passes from the roots through the leaves of a tree. I do what I do to be surprised. Over the course of 20 years, my work has been exhibited all over Europe, South America, and in the United States.