My maturity as an artist is not about my skill level, the beauty of my work, or its sophistication. It is more about me being in peace with my work; knowing what I do and why I do it, expressing my visions to my own satisfaction, whether its internal, external, abstract or real.
In the beginning of 2010, my reaction to a series of events that followed my solo exhibition in Santo Domingo, made me realize that I have reached maturity as an artist.
The leading Dominican newspaper published a very nice article about me and my art, and the Dominican T.V. dedicated an entire program to me. Suddenly everybody knew who I am and what I do. I was still just a painter, not a rock star, and I managed the little dose of fame quite elegantly. I had good answers to all the questions. I thanked and appreciated the compliments, and wasn’t really offended by the negative feedback. I was satisfied with my work and felt very confident and mature as an artist. In order to express my maturity and satisfaction, I named myself Maduro, Spanish for mature, and indeed, looking back on that series of paintings today, I see in those works the level of maturity that I felt back then. To me, maturity is not an end goal, or the peak I aim to reach in my career. It is just another hill I climb on my mountainous journey. Although it’s nice to breath the air of the heights, I never stay there for too long. My journey goes on and I keep walking my way. Being constantly mature bores me. At some point I feel the need to walk down the valley again, looking for innocent, almost ignorant, point of view. So overall, I would say that my level of maturity as an artist is volatile rather than a constant high. I believe that the more I create, the more confident I feel about creating whatever comes out of my hands. Insisting on having the freedom to create ugly, childish, or experimental works of art is a great gift I give myself, and in my view, that freedom is the road to maturity.