When I was four years old, we lived in the country set against a stockbreeding of bulls, "Guardiola", in Utrera. My mother gave me an airplane of clay. It could not buy me toys, so I auto-teach myself to make them. The desires to play, a lot of imagination, to be surrounded by nature and the solitude they did the remainder. Two years later, in the school, and against the will of my parents, I began to fill all the blank spaces that remained to the pages of the books. It obsessed as to be about to draw, to paint, to carve wood, to throw with arch... I obtained the school graduate, almost of miracle. I tried to became me as "useful man" in the School of Industrial Mastery, with delineation, but a professor with but view that I, the counsel to take advantage of gave me my true qualities. I paid attention him. I do not know if for well or for badly because this is a really difficult world. The only facility that have is that of knowing to paint but or less well. Also I tried to be a pilot of airplane, parachutist, submarinista, and some professions but for people with need of liberty.

I have been a producer of TV, and businessman. That until it leave all by the "love to the Art". I have had time to spare to repent me of this decision. This country needs a change in many senses. Law of mecenazgo, for example. I take myself in serious totally what I do and I see that the painting is a beautiful world that themselves this losing little by little, by the apathy of some, the ignorance of other, and the general ineptitude, giving step, al world of the technological mentality in which no longer the hands are used to feel aside from the pain of hours of use the fingers for strike keyboards. Thanks to that continues remaining need of soul, the painting is a plot visitable to improve it. I do not believe too much in the schools. I believe but in the good professors and in the need of the individual-artist to be found to if same of self-taught form and to be shown before the world as believes that is and like its artistic technique and human capacity permits him. Me do not I present to prizes, therefore do not I have them." If who looks my work does not see, a prize is not going to certify that my work be better". It is not my fault that there be people that need "seals" for "to understand" of art.

And by I finalize there is a lot I criticize that he does not say, neither from a distance, the truth. As in painting there are few good painters, in he criticizes there are few good critics.

My preferred definition of artist : person qualified to be communicated with others, with a material middle, by means of techniques learned and perfected with experience continued + "soul". ! And this remains itself me short! A hug to all the ones that enjoy with the painting and any type of art.

But here it remains what I do.