BLOG1: With the noise of a huge place

The wet of woods, and the smell of lemons and citrus trees, nature, animals, rocks, roots, the ground under my feet, and other things like plants or rains. Maybe is not a country, maybe is a sensation, an emotional space; it could be a forest in Spain or a forest here in Chile, it could be the jungle and its furious rains, it could be an ancient forest in the deep in China, or some sad and hot place in Africa. That sound and that color are always intense, that is the reason that explains everything, the reason is related to the possibility of creating art like almost everything in my life.

Honestly, I would like to live in a place like that, but only for a moderate time, a couple of years, always looking for art, creating art. Cooling airs from tropical country or heat and sweat in front of the Caribbean sea, fair creation! clear and radiant, but also terrible, like life or death.