My friends, the web designers of this page, have asked me to talk about me. Good. I think the best would be to give a glimpse of certain aspects of my life.

Yes, I was born in Barcelona on January 6th, the Magi’s day, in 1927, apparently as a consequence of an explosion of the water heater that tore down the bathroom’s walls.

And there was I, with that “boom”, with that an explosion.

My parents always related my restlessness and impatience to that explosion in the house and it is surely so.

Now in 2008, 81 years later, when going to my medical appointment with my wife, the doctor tells her: “Your husband is extremely active”. To what my wife answered: “He’s always been like that”.

I considered the doctor’s comment quite funny and from that moment on I started thinking of a sculpture that could really represent “a hyperactive sculptor”. At home, I made a sketch of it thinking of modelling it later. I haven’t done it yet. I will do it but not sell it. It will only be for my collection. I don’t think somebody will like having the allegory of “A Hyperactive Sculptor” that has signed his work.

Physically, I am restless, I have always been in a hurry and I have always walked quickly, almost running.