I am a doctor. I would like to say that since I was a child I used to draw without stopping, but the reality is that my expressive shyness has always led me to invent an inner world made of literature, poetry, movies and art. So I have not always painted reality, but rather observed it, listening to it … 

Scientific training has always reassured me and has satisfied my curiosity for years to know the human being as it really is, inside and out, from the cell to its wonderful entirety, its mechanisms and its fragility.

Painting portraits is a tribute to life for me, preserving the freeze-frame of a state of mind, creating an emotional memory. After all, art and medicine are the empathic perception of the same reality, a joint between subjects, which matches both what is similar and what is missing. Both create subtle links and in their own way they clarify the untranslatable, making us aware of our humanity and also thankful in our precariousness…