“The stone that cried bees”

After almost eight years without painting on stone, this piece came as a break. It was two years ago, just as I was healing from a pain in my left eye that had left me unable to see well for weeks. As I healed, this image was born in my mind: a face and tears of wax. Painting it was a very intuitive act, as if something dormant was being kindled again.

Some time later, I came to know the legend of the god Ra, who wept and from his tears the bees were born. The curious thing is that the stone was already painted. I don’t know how that happens, I only know that there is something there... something collective, ancient, that sometimes manifests itself without our knowing it.