I am already on my way

Some series begin with an idea. Others begin with a feeling.

Echoes of Es Pla emerged from the meeting between music and landscape. While La Mesa 7 played on repeat, Mallorca slowly revealed itself—its open plains, dry stone walls, Mediterranean light and quiet rhythm.

The paintings are not depictions of a place, but translations of an experience.

Music became colour. The landscape became a memory, leaving behind quiet echoes of Es Pla—where emotion matters more than geography.