I am the atom
From a molecule
The one without me
wouldn’t be there
Or be something else.

This is how Guido De Marchi concluded ironically, his poem ‘I don’t want to be a poet’. A series of molecular reactions must have taken place that morning sitting on a sidewalk in a Brazilian city when I drew a picture of the wall facing me. The irony for me was that I drew when I had distanced myself from the idea of ​​being an artist a quarter of a century ago. At that point the molecular reactions must have coincided with the pleasure I experienced in the action of drawing.
Over the past nine years part of what goes on in my cerebral activities has a strong preference for making the images of it.