From me I let the child talks who with Quechua blood ringing inside the being; grows between the limitations that the heavy urbanity sets out to make contact with the cultural traditions of my small town, seeking the lost Andean identity. The voice collides with the spirit from a native origin promoted by the existence itself which springs through the screaming and color; they let me recognize in the ground an identity beyond the concrete fence’s hardness which they invade in the world without consideration only the necessities of traffic: the first identity is where the necessities of a man are imitated with the nature’s essence.At this point, the conscience comes up from this personal history which emerges in Gossediletto (nickname) the necessity to be restored of the values and the conviction themselves at the same time, guided through the time and the space of the historic villages in Peru. In this trip I make a discovery which ends to define completely my real artistic identity.