There are things that in themselves don’t have a particular meaning like a window but then you put a vase of flowers next to it and then it takes on light and colour. The room fills with a cheerful atmosphere as if happiness is in the room. Then there is a woman who lives there in that room and it is natural for her to look out of the window. Because perhaps you think of something far away or something waiting for you, the return or arrival of someone and then the atmosphere suddenly takes on another character. Waiting for something is time that stops without an answer. The joy in the room is filtered by a vein of melancholy, impalpable, unspoken. This psychological dimension translates into intimate and never banal images. Decorative and full of colour but with a meaning that is not in the images but in our mind because we can feel the expectation of something even if we don’t see it. Nothing in the drawing tells us this and yet we feel it. The magic of art.