At 6 I played with meccano and I drew bridges to connect the city of Tangier with the Iberian peninsula.
At 7 I played (and won) chess with adults.
At 9 I started to write and draw, at 11 to sculpt clay, at 12 to take pictures.
At 14 I learned to play Mus and billiards.
At 18 I went to see the world.
At 28 I started to design plan and build houses and at 53 I started to paint.
From all these activities, I have abandoned three: playing billiards, chess on a chessboard and building houses. The others, I continue to cultivate with delight and assiduity.
- And you, what do you want to become when you grow up?
- I will have a lekes factory.
- What is "lekes"?
- Just that, lekes.
- And what are they good for, these lekes?
- It is good for everything... with lekes you can build bridges and aeroplanes and also houses and books and drawings and you can look for treasures and play…
My mother gave me, a few years ago, a paper she was keeping since my tender age, containing the previous phrase and the following.
“Mama, mama, give me some of those rubbish things I love so much”
“I’m happy happy but a bit sad”
“The moon is pretty pretty but a bit ugly”
“Isa, who rung the bell?” – “They are the imbecinos, mama!”
Therefore I deduce:
that lekes was my word for concept,
that I knew what I wanted and I asked for it, even if it was taboo,
that the sense of relativity was innate to me,
and that I did not like the neighbours.
Now that I am old, I play in my Lekes Factory. I still do not like neighbours. Everything is still relative. I read dictionaries and I enjoy the little-big things that make life pleasant.
Art comes from emotions filtered by reason. Or vice versa.
My works are the fruits of an automatic introspection, a bridge between my world and the world that surrounds me, they are thoughts, words, gazes, feelings, converted in forms, in colours.
My ceramics are, both, a tactile and visual experience.
Most of my works are scale models.