The little house in the tree, suspended in the air upon a branch, is for me a symbol of the most intimate: that elevated space where the mind opens and creativity finds refuge. It is like being between two dimensions: the earthly and the celestial, the real and the imagined, always in a fragile balance yet full of meaning.

Since childhood, I have sought tranquility. I am someone who needs silence—without visual or sound noise—in order to open thought and let ideas flow. In the sea, I found that same space: a place where the horizon is infinite and where the purest freedom can be felt.

In those moments of contemplation, I think about the depth of thought and how high we can reach with it: there are no limits. We can go as deep as the ocean or as high as the sky. The marine animals in my works are a symbol of that depth and of possible contemplation, of what never runs out and what inspires us to look further. They also represent the beauty of nature that surrounds us: from the smallest and most perfect creation to the greatest and immeasurable that dwells in the depths.

The sky, with its immensity, is almost unreachable for human beings, yet always possible within thought. It is enough to pause to feel the wind, the rain, the day, or the nightfall, and to understand that the mind, in its state of full contemplation, invites us to live in the present. For the mind, there is no real or unreal, no future: only continuous moments of the present flowing like an endless river.

That is why, in my works, the little house, the suspended branch, and the sea creatures are part of the same universe: a bridge between land and water, between faith and contemplation, between the finite and the infinite. My inspiration is born from this constant longing for peace and fullness, from returning to a refuge where the simplest becomes the most infinite contemplation.

In the vastness suspended between sky and deep sea, a tree of living faith emerges, extending its branches like invisible promises. Upon them, a small house blooms —a sanctuary where the finest human beings are born, where tenderness takes root, and character is shaped beneath the shelter of love.
From its threshold, a hanging bridge —trembling, bold— stretches toward the horizon, much like life itself: built on courage, uncertain steps, and the pursuit of opportunities that only a brave heart dares to cross.
Surrounding it, marine creatures rise from the deep sea into a sky without dimensions, as if swimming through thought itself. In this weightless space, the mind floats freely —a reflection of the human state, where the deepest contemplations take shape.
This suspended house is more than a refuge: it is the altar of our beginnings, the echo of our roots, the first whisper urging us to grow, to rise into the unknown, without ever forgetting where we come from.