This painting was a battle. I struggled for weeks, and I almost gave up. The challenge was not only to get the right perspective and proportions, but also get familiar and comfortable with the oils.

I spent numerous hours repainting and reworking details, I guess that was the problem. The approach was too rigid, too technical.

But tonight, everything shifted. I didn’t paint in the usual way—I danced, I sang, and I threw brushstrokes freely, while listening to “La Cumbia Primero de Mayo” on repeat.

Why in repeat? Because the rhythm kept pulling me out of my head and into the moment.

Suddenly, the painting began to take shape, almost effortlessly. It was the breakthrough I had been waiting for.

I always think is impossible to get there, but it isn’t. It just takes time, patience.