The subject is, in effect, the most brutal interpretation that the artist can express without exploding in inert nullity.

It is truly the emotional end of Expressionism. Where, the artist resorts to ideas and emotions to express themselves, overcoming the common parameters of the forms defined.

In this particular case, the work is cleared from the chest from which it wants to leave, as if it were the volatile freedom of any troubled bird, of any blue bird that before, someone had arrested, for no apparent reason, then evicted him, until his deepest confluence, far from his own prison, now destroyed by the expression of his artistic fury.

And what is the artist fury after all? – Fury, what a word so potent, so harsh, so mobile. –

In spite of what is normally expected of an artist, is this really a furious action? An aggressive attitude? Could this new approach be a quasi-attack on everything?

Not necessarily…

The picture wants to come out of the constricted lines, desires liberation or the peace of the serene fields of color and expansion, wants to escape the burden of being trapped by the normal structure of what is pre-established and common.

Also, the object painted, the subject, wants to leave the terminating structure, he wants to live free, and he does it in the different colors of paint that compose him, in this canvas covered with a network that only expresses him, does not define him.

The artist is too hard, much to clever with himself, to open itself easy walks. He puts us all in our place and tells us only; this is me, now, and woe to anyone who wants to arrest me anywhere. I never had a past or a future, my existence is present and so I express it, free! – And isn’t freedom the greatest blessing?