My father was alcoholic and so our familiar ambient was a hell. Mothers
of the my girls' youth put aside their daughters from me, telling them:
- If you want a good hunting dog , you have to choose it the race!
This deeply hurt me and I decided that I had to do something to clean my image. People of my village were very devote to Virgin of Fatima. Every day a lot of them gathered in the chapel to pray. So I decided to paint the altar of that Virgin. I was not sure I could do that, but the strength of the willingness overcome the difficulties. So,as you can see, I have painted not only that altar but also all the rest of the chapel I saw in front of me. This painting remained there during a lot of time for all to see and, since then, to the eyes of that people, my image had changed. Back to previous page