The color bursts into a canvas where the three-dimensional, which in conveyed by the stucco, already exists. Therefore, a dialogue begins among the material; a dialogue that enraptures me every time, but also a fight for the domination of the format of the canvas! The stucco copies, the color describes. The stucco structures, the color explains. The stucco unites and separates, whereas the color refers and records. The stucco becomes indicator of the emotions, the color comments. In some works of mine, the brightness or the white color is the solution, the anticipation, the redemption, but also the revolution in the color. In some, the vivid colors underline the contrast and in others, they are more like chromatic cries of agony, despair, cries seeking help from anyone who is able to understand. With the color, I feel like I need to shout, otherwise I feel self-muzzled. A painting lives inside me first, in my imagination; I shape it, I work it in my mind, having an empty canvas in front of me and the stucco and colors besides me, until I automatically move on and surrender myself truly into it, and become one with it.