Tu YO al Cubo marks the origin of my practice. It was the moment I stopped painting surfaces and began to expose the wound. Each cube embodies a level of consciousness—nine thresholds crossed in a descent toward an intimate edge where silence becomes unbearable. In Tu YO al Cubo, concealment gave way to rupture, and rupture became presence. The work signals a decisive shift: the moment when painting ceased to protect and began to reveal. This was not a conclusion, but a beginning.