Last year when I was in Caracas I found a very old, dirty and moldy piece of paper from Coque's house that I had left 3 years earlier. I took it to experiment a bit with watercolor crayons and oil pastels, I also wanted to incorporate some handmade patterns... Well, it turned out that I ended up loving them more than I thought. These drawings have the magic of those moments in which one simply intends to do something without pressure or expectations. And for me they are divine moments of elevation.