In many of my texts, when I express my thoughts or my feelings about art in general or about painting in particular, I talk about love; that such beautiful word that I use in all its meaning, in all what it covers, because love is also suffering, desire, work; it is, finally, life itself. Everything is moved by love; that is why creation without love is just colour without a soul.

When one wanders the sight through the map of Africa and a window is opened to see what happens in that wonderful continent, the heart sinks from seeing so much suffering, but the heart sinks of love; and because of love you suffer with them, and because of love you paint those tragedies, and because of love you get those horrible headaches when you are painting those living skeletons leaded by their mothers to nowhere, because of love you paint frenziedly all the horrors that, if you were unconcerned that would mean that that love feeling does not exist in you. Sometimes, before an evil one we tend to say that… he has no feelings… Wrong! He does have feelings but he has no love.

I want to strip the Word love from all the sentimentalism of the big firms and the propaganda of February the 14. Love is much more than all that, and above all, it is more serious than a chocolate in a red box.

When the artist creates from his inside, he creates from love; the interior of the artist is love.

There is a popular saying in Spanish used to express that you do nothing expecting nothing in exchange, to do something for the fun of it, which in Spanish is “por amor al arte” or literally translated: “for the love of art”; because art must be pure and artists must have to do everything they can to maintain the purity of art intact, that purity that stems from love and thanks to that love it becomes infinite so that everything that has to do with art, and not only the artist, keeps that love for the art and that feeling becomes stronger than that mercantile system that today poisons everything; the artist is the only one that “for the love of art”  can start to fight against everything that is becoming rotten in the so called World of Art, which is greatly in the hands of good merchants that use art without loving it and have contaminated it with the power of money; even good artists that let themselves be led by those greedy shopkeepers who only want to make money out of art. Luckily there still exist those who paint “for the love of art” and also merchants who trade “for the love of art”.