Escatrón, Zaragoza 1958
“... I lived in the Levant during my childhood, in a humble house barely perceptible among the orange trees and the smell of orange blossom that surrounded it. One summer afternoon I accompanied my mother, I do not remember why a cool and dark mansion probably enlarged in my memory as a child. A woman proudly showed us a pencil drawing, I was fascinated, and ... from that moment, without knowing it, my obsession would be the artistic expression ... "