The art, a prisoner in the intricacies of the soul, cried out for freedom. It broke the stillness and, suddenly, it broke free in children audible to my startled ears, sobs like the joys of my parents. In painting, the first traces confirmed the breaking of silence and gave rise to the artist's production. There were years of intense struggle to adapt the silence broken with unknown children. Thus, little by little, came the familiarization with the demands coming from the restless soul. The result I present to you on this site, in a synthetic way, with enormous recognition for the kindness you visit.