This work by Antonio López García soothes me, and makes me think that outside of the “cities of civilization”, we are the same people who, a few thousand years ago, were so good at nestling our needs in nature. That we can still mate on the ground, that our ‘wild’ side is still contained within, dormant… And I’ve also thought that I would like to make a very large painting, a size worthy of an untouched nature, where each day, like a prayer, I’d add a stone, a blade of grass, a leaf upon a tree, and in the end, I’d make a couple fucking right there, in the middle of it all, on the ground, on the sticks and the grasses…

M.V.