I have always been haunted by insane nightmares taking my sleepy spirit beyond the Apocalypse. These infected dreams never anesthetize my creative process. Much on the contrary, they bring me hellish images, inspiring me more than any other source. And the more anguishing the nightmare, bigger the visual impact of the drawing. The nightmares and the cathartic sensation of using the sweet tastes provided by the weapon of Imagination are something indispensable to my own existence. As the oxygen that saves me or the vortex that swallows me.