In reality, this was the line from which everything started. My desire for Mirò was born with these drawings made like this, spontaneously. At the time I didn’t know how much Miro I had in me. After so many years of realistic drawings, with so many themes to talk about, I was finally able to say nothing. What’s the point if a few signs and spots of colour are enough to decorate a room? To add a cheerful note to a wall? I don’t know but if there’s nothing to say or understand, isn’t that better? The freedom to have a free mind. And in any case, does it matter to know the meaning if looking at it makes you feel good? Not for me if it was a pleasure to do it in complete freedom and without constraints.