Looking at a skull arouses some discomfort but if we persist in our gaze we will see truth and beauty
I am often asked why I like to paint skulls and I can answer with another question: why can’t I stop painting them?
They have always seemed very aesthetic and elegant to me. Its perfectly symmetrical lines are a reflection of the harmonic beauty of the natural world, of the created.
I am attracted by their simplicity, humility and simplicity, by the softness to the touch of their smooth surfaces and polished by wear, by their light face and their dark face, opposites that I continually try to balance through my work.
Despite being a solid object resistant to the passage of time, its vision reminds us of our fragility and the ephemeral nature of our existence. Leaving aside the anguish that this fact awakens in us, we can appreciate the beauty of its forms and go beyond the involuntary response of our survival instinct, activate our capacity for reflection around transcendence, the Memento mori.
«Remember death, remember that you will die»; It does not have to be seen as something that causes us sadness but rather encourages us to live, so that we do not fall into a static, conformist and boring life.