I am a child with small hands who plays with the mud like an amauta with the stars that observes the destiny of life. I am a child who builds and destroys and creates. I draw light, air and mountains
for life, the joy and happiness of good men. I am a child from the Andes, who plays with the rainbow. The color; his existence is joy; feel it, smell it, it's a pleasure, it's a passion. I am so
terrible, that I play with the forms, without rules, no traps, but so terrible, so terrible, that maybe some people do not like it, but here I am.
MAMANI MAMANI