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It has been said that all artworks are, in one way or another a form of self portrait (even if the finish piece looks like the generic version of white Jesus). I personally think that painting is a “challengy” channel to work with when attempting to articulate an idea. But because painting is what I do, maybe because I enjoy the process or perhaps because I am not creative enough, I humbly attempted to conceive this piece inspired by the anxiety and stress that comes from spending long hours shifts behind a dammed computer; the feeling of having my awesomeness and creativity mutilated by the rigid structures of a scheduled life, the office routine, and all of those things that often hinder my the beauty of life, happening every second right in front of me. But today, biking back home after the opening night, the informal artist talk, the small gathering and the glass of wine, I felt so fulfilled, because I realize that in the middle of the system jungle I have managed to survive. I realize that is precisely my awareness of the box what always permit me to find the way out of it. Today, high on happiness, I realized that I have succeeded already, because there has not been a single day I regret I took this path. In fact the many moments when things got a little harsh and tight only served as catalyzes for me to act more “stubbornly”… I could respect those people who are happy having an ordinary life, I would admire those who are able to find extraordinary things within the ordinary, but I feel deeply sorry for those who resign themselves to the box like world and and fail to protect their convictions. Because there is nothing more rewarding to be what you always wanted to be, and I have always wanted to be an artist. (Tex written on : Feb - 02 - 2016)