Matrocities

The Matrocities tell the rough face of the city and industrial islands: buildings erected in a hurry, rubble left in the plan, cold structures ...

The city is a womb, it feeds and incubates city dwellers like its own children.

You feel enveloped and cradled.

The city is atrocity, it offers pollution and loneliness among the crowd.

The city is an awkward beast of steel that you still learn to love.

More than seventy of these naive and dismal paintings have been painted since 2012