The Anatomy of the Machine

For over a decade, my work has been a psychological excavation. What began as an exploration of the human figure has evolved into an obsession with the mechanical: the Manual de Despiece (Disassembly Manual). I don't paint cars; I paint the ghost inside the machine.

My process is a conflict between the cold precision of engineering and the visceral honesty of oil painting. Using a technique I call the "Violencia de la Mancha" (Violence of the Stain), I attack the canvas to break the perfection of the form. I seek the tension where metal becomes skin, where oil leaks become blood, and where a classic silhouette—like the Porsche 993 or the 550 Spyder—emerges from a chaos of pigment, drips, and gesture.

Based in Chile and working for a global collective of enthusiasts, my paintings are large-scale battlegrounds—often reaching 1.8 meters. They are not intended to decorate a space, but to dominate it: capturing the nostalgia, the grit, and the raw power of an era where machines had a pulse.

In my studio, the machine is not an object. It is a sacrifice to the paint.