Natural history, the infinite collection is an attempt to inventory the things that surround me, the things that I enclose in a magic circle, frozen, waiting to dialogue with other things. It shows a compendium of desires and combinatorial games, it shows chaos, those casual and improvised encounters, where painting is done from intuition. Later the story arises, the narration of discordant elements among themselves and that question the viewer with surprise.
Deciding what things, we surround ourselves with, what devices or belongings deserve our attention, involves a commitment, a daily effort that combines attention and curiosity, will and perseverance. And above all, a poetic look at what is habitual and every day, what has always been there, even before we were aware, before us, before of before.