Funnily, that same year I met my ex partner Jon. After exactly one month of meeting, he planned a trip to Madrid with his family. I planed it too, but secretly. The day we should meet, I kind of
second guess where he should be through stupidly suspicious phone calls that Jon would never find out there were tips for me. We tried at the IKEA, at the FNAC but finally it happened in the best
place ever: inside the Prado museum, incredibly right in front of Las Meninas painting. That would be, by the way, my first day with his mum, his dad and his brothers. Hi ya!! LOL
Jon was an artist. A painter. He lived in San Francisco, CA for a few years, and with him, I was always surrounded by art, by good art. We went to massive art fairs, to incredible shows together.
I learnt everyday. And in 2002 I had my first exhibition ever. It just happened. Obviously I had to experience with his materials, with the techniques, and see what it was going through. I
really enjoyed the experience and a few months after we both presented for a group exhibition in Malaga.
–Jon Castizo, RIP–