I used to kill my own Neurons once.  They were trapped in my Ego. The Unconscious decided to let them free.  Now my Limbic System rests in Peace and the Amygdala doesn’t overreact anymore.

Fragrant Dream #5 was my last work of 2012…it is a mystic scene which tries to show how important are smells for our psyches since smell goes directly to our limbic system, specifically to the amigdala, a very primitive part of our brain. Some smells bring to us sad memories and trauma. So, I decided to protect myself with exquisite smells for surviving the trauma and the pain.

Art is not merely an imitation of the reality of nature, but in truth a metaphysical supplement to the reality of nature, placed alongside thereof for its conquest. (Nietzsche)
ESPAI AL POMPIDOU (Fuste, 2013)

It was a summer night before the Verbena de Sant Joan when, exhausted, I went to sleep for awhile and at midnight I could feel an angel flying over the urban building which, for years, had been your little kingdom of laughs and tears. It was five minutes after midnight when he, the younger one, called and told me that you had breathed your last. So I came to see your immobile corpse made of porcelain. Oh, my beloved body…I am still mourning for you!