This is the feeling i has as a child every time i went into my father’s studio. During my studies i was exposed to fiberglass, a material that is mainly used in the world of industry. whilst working with this material, i developed a new technique which makes it possible to build geometric shapes and to expance its artistic possibilities. Every time that i finished an object i would remove it carefully from the kiln and was afraid of each gust of wind of movement that might break it, just as i was in my childhood. Do you also remember feeling that way?