My work starts when I find what no one wants, something that they discard. A wood that the ocean brings with holes on it, rusted nails, for example, to my eyes are gorgeous pieces, they hold old and precious stories. On it’s imperfections I see my own imperfections. With my hands I start lapidating it’s layers that reveals it’s secrets. And on this silent and sensorial dialogue the exchange miracle happens: we are one. From that moment, the images come alive. This is only the beginning.