Psalms Six

You made him rule over the works of your hands; Everything put it under his feet: sheep and oxen and all this, and also the beasts of the field, the birds of the heavens and the fishes of the sea; Everything goes through the paths of the sea. O Lord, our Lord, how big is your name in all the Earth.! Psalms 8: 1 9 I remember that when I was six years old, my drawings and paintings aroused the admiration of the teachers in my school, several of my works were awarded. The vast majority of my drawings made in class, once completed, showed them to my teacher, and she, called for his colleagues to show them, hence they decided together with the Director, that I should go all classrooms so that all children could observe it. When I performed these works, only it did, led by my impulse to express on the drawing sheet, which arose spontaneously, at that age didn’t in combinations, in perspective, sense of the dimensions, or any other technique, could never understand the why of such admiration for something so simple. Now, typing on my computer, I have the feeling that I am filling a sheet with doodles, scribbles that someone will seek understanding through its particular way of interpreting them, I am an adult now, my six years have been far behind in chronological time, but I confess that the urge to scribble my impressions, bridging the gap, remains the same. There is a thought that I would like to insert in this topic: from the age of six I had a hobby of designing the shape of the objects. Per lap of the fifties he had published an infinity of designs, most everything you produced before the sixties, must not be taken into account. .