Tu YO al Cubo marks the origin of my practice—the moment when painting ceased to be a surface and became an exposure. Each cube embodies a threshold of consciousness: nine passages crossed in a descent toward an intimate edge where silence becomes untenable. Here, concealment gave way to rupture, and rupture to presence. This work signals a decisive shift: the moment when painting stopped protecting and began revealing. Not as a resolution, but as a point of departure.