2018, acrylic on canvas, 4 works, 120 x 240 cm. each, collection of the artist
In 1968, I turned fourteen and entered that special time of our lives: adolescence. In February, my father died. It was also the year that I decided to become a painter, with all that it entailed. That, in brief, is what happened in my life then.
Outside of me, of course, was the world. I remember certain events that took place, such as Robert Kennedy’s assassination, Paris in May, the Prague invasion.
From there on, what I truly remember and what I’ve fabricated in my memory I cannot say.