Many of our memories take us to beautiful situations, those that we do not want to forget, but many other negatives that we want them to go away and instead they hit us daily.

This is no different for me, nor for my way of seeing things. From the The day I said goodbye to my father, I can't help but remember that time we spent together My father's favorite place was a small gazebo in front to three immense mountains, where he could appreciate the immensity of what surrounds us and how insignificant the negative things that happen to us are.

One morning I decided to watch the sunrise from the viewpoint and paint on a canvas my emotions, with the idea of paying homage to my dad. I painted those mountains that I couldn't get out of my mind, and where tragically lost his life climbing to the top of the highest of the three.

There I always find absolute calm, a complete silence mixed with the whistle of the wind and the song of the birds, surrounded by nature and clean air.

Here I present my work, where I capture the close bond I had with my father, my pencils and his mountains, my passion next to the hers.