These months I have been observing many artists, seeing different styles, soaking to me from all of them, of all expressions, its forms, their ways to see the world… Not you can to do neither idea of the amount of art that there is and that nobody knows, which can get to make the hands of the person who the less you are expected, like constructing an impact that leaves you out of breath of the anything. After contemplating so much potential, so much genius, one feels very small, tiny. But that does not serve to you but to grow more, to try to be able to get to be one of them. In the chest the anxieties explode to me to grow, of knowing,