“I remember it all began on a summer day in Ireland under that endless and heavy rain. Wet to the bone. Timidly, on a used sheet of paper. One drawing came out and then another. Taking out my anger, my fear, everything that had been imprisoned for so long. With a simple pencil… Two-headed monsters, malevolent and mutilated children, small and miserable men who manipulated and possessed giants who did not use their strength at all.
A terrible underworld, of nightmares, but sometimes real, strangely familiar… The series has developed over time. At the beginning it was hard, almost vomited, spit out and cursed. Later, more human, sympathetic, balanced, but equally critical. Drawings with a strong social and psychological burden, texts that try to understand man and accompany him in his, daily life in his sometimes incurable sadness… “.