Fantasy is the word that brings me closer to the realms created by my imagination. In my mind dance the images of the tropical forests of Colombia, the descriptions of Aureliano Buendía's trips in search of Macondo and the immense beauty of the moments in which I recognize myself in places like Guachaca, Bahía Solano and Yurumí. Fantasy is the sincere search to capture the beauty that I see around me, a perfect system, without space or time and where everything is connected. Just like the Iraca Palm, with its small filaments of color and its malleable nature that give way to endless inspiration. The only place that shelters us all as a species, fantasy is my home.