I was born in Granada in 1978, and made my first strokes as a painter at the side of my grandfather, Konstantino. With Ivan Moricz Karl, I shared artistic discoveries. With Leon Einberger, I took to the open air of Europe. And with my father and siblings, we traversed Patagonia on enriching explorations. In Argentina, my work has been shown in Córdoba, Villa Allende, Villa Giardino, La Granja, Nono, Neuquén, Río Gallegos, Ushuaia, Merlo, San Luis, Buenos Aires, S. Antonio de Areco, Mar del Plata, Cafayate, and San Rafael Mendoza. Beyond Argentina’s borders, my work has appeared in Steamboat (USA), Salzburg (Germany), Vercelli (Italy), and Linares (Spain)…
I was born in Granada in 1978, and made my first strokes as a painter at the side of my grandfather, Konstantino. With Ivan Moricz Karl, I shared artistic discoveries. With Leon Einberger, I took to the open air of Europe. And with my father and siblings, we traversed Patagonia on enriching explorations. In Argentina, my work has been shown in Córdoba, Villa Allende, Villa Giardino, La Granja, Nono, Neuquén, Río Gallegos, Ushuaia, Merlo, San Luis, Buenos Aires, S. Antonio de Areco, Mar del Plata, Cafayate, and San Rafael Mendoza. Beyond Argentina’s borders, my work has appeared in Steamboat (USA), Salzburg (Germany), Vercelli (Italy), and Linares (Spain).
I have had many opportunities to visit museums in Europe, where I studied the great masters and painted the hidden corners of its capital cities.
I believe that a tree branch does not have its own glory, not even when embellished by flowers, but that Life itself glorifies it. In the same way, life shares its art with each of us and leaves us in the care of its invaluable fruit, as they say.
Such is my place: one among many connected by a shared root and nourished by the halo that painting can inspire by watching its petals unfurl- art is ephemeral, whimsical, and sagacious.
I crave to prune the precious and leave behind all artifice. A flower is like music that rings and then is no more: one day it hypnotizes and dazzles in all its splendor. Then, nothing is the same; everything is lost. Its vanity is left bare, giving all glory to the Creator.
My objective: to learn from this hidden breeze, this spirit that weaves together the genuine meaning of the seasons of Life.