The death of my mother

My mother, who had been ill with a serious disease, dies in September 1975. As a result, I sense that in some way I have reached maturity and I begin to reconsider my life: deep inside, what I had always wanted was to paint. My wife, putting her financial security in jeopardy, thinks that I should pursue my vocation, determined that we would succeed, and she encourages me to paint. As a result, I leave Selecciones Ilustradas.

• Illustrations
• 10 of 208
• 1st individual exhibition in the Galería Xarxa, Calafell