I was born and until today I live in the city of La Plata, Buenos Aires, Argentina.

I come from a poor family, during my primary school had to start working as many guys do in my status. I could barely reach 7 th grade.

By then it was most of the day on the street looking for some income that allows me to feed and sometimes to bring something to my mother.

Since childhood I love drawing, and what I heard from my classmates and teacher that made him seem, from my age.

Always took me to express my words. As shy and introverted Street School Do not treat me very well, I grew discriminated against, with shame and used clothing that would give me great. As a child I could only get jobs passengers and poorly paid. I knew what it is impotent by injustice, poverty and even hunger.

When I was sad I began to draw, my mother told me to do landscapes and beautiful things, but I did not like to use colors, and the lines that were going to flow from my imagination were never happy. I remember many times my eyes get wet while doing.

Do not make any secondary study or courses in drawing, but as the years were going past me think I was going better.

When I grew old, thanks to that little skill, I could get some work stable income and government where technical draftsman, but without a diploma course.

At that time a senior labor leader was pleased with the reasons my work and ask me to make some 20 works that He is responsible for framing. After two months without a break complete the work, he gave me one week and took the ex-works. That was about 25 years.

Never again had returned to take paper and ink. Perhaps because it came after a very active life and accelerated. But 10 years ago I had major problems happen, and how as a child, I looked in my loneliness and pain a paper and pen. M and began to sprout motifs and images that express feeling. I think I was about six weeks to several hours a day locked up, and I was finishing a job, already had the image to start the next.

As then, most of these sheets are marked some salty droplets. When you arrive about 35 drawings in ink, I was tired, because I have only vision in one eye. I also felt relieved and comforted. And stores them in an attic of my house, few could see them intimate.

Then came years very lively, full of action and growth that allowed me to make a modest economic base. Recently I turned 50 and decided to put an end to my goals and materials, virtually no need to work.

Then he remembered that in the attic even the 35 drawings were kept for 10 years. I know I'm just a fan, I understand that these "works" in black ink color and joy will never hang in a family room. It's my lack of techniques and errors Fixed I taught, I felt padlocks shame I got to this page and I had to fill the box that cotizaría value for any buyer, but wanted to show them, maybe looking for that among so many people who can see over time can lead to reflection to one, it would mean more profit for me every year worked and that the sale of a thousand landscapes together.

This time, 10 years ago, was the last picture. I needed it, I enjoyed it and stop there to share my feelings.

Thanks also for listening through this writing.

                                                                                          Claudio Moreno