‘An effect on me’

 

I entered the studio after days without having set foot there. I had walked from home with a determined step and with the clear idea of ​​arriving, putting on my painting clothes and taking the brushes. What are you doing here? The painting blurted out to me without preamble. My painting. You see me, I've come to paint. I got no answer. I looked around. Everything was just as I had left it. Very still, in suspense. The humidity began to weigh on me just as it did on the rest of the things

Juan Fernandez Alava Exhibition