In my unconscious, there is a permanent call by the gentle, honest, elegant, and organic. The connection with the natural matter; with their shapes and colors that make me Tingle and feel alive, that I transfer an inexplicable power. I need this refuge so wild, so inherent in the human being and so brutally imperfect. This imperfection is liberating, is a river that flows into the truth, and gets away from the constant social pressure that we have discussed. In this case, I picked up references to the artist Odilon Redon with the work "Portrait of Violet Heyman" and the "Art Nouveau" Movement.