What can a large number of books mean, piled up, arranged in an order in which their contents are hidden and of them we can only see the upper cut of their inner body, devoid of information? Books turned into an anonymous mass within an intentional accumulation, only interrupted by a title that tells us what may be in them.

A title, which announces a particular narrative, is placed as a concrete point of vision. It expresses the sharpness of the artist’s individual system of understanding of the content presented through a careful technical mastery of painting. With it, he builds that known object “the book”, but only as a sign, in the space of the wall of unknown books that confine it. A place where it manages to rise in its presence and in that story that only it can provide us, simply by the engraved spine that differences it from the rest.