Carlos loves to draw, but not to paint. The colors are in his mind.
He does not need to work to color what for him already has color. He gets bored. His imagination goes beyond the pencils of colors and the aquarelas. His more incredible histories are in black and white, though to give color, sometimes, he scribbles the bottom as if it was a sky or a messing sea, with the outlines in all directions, without order, leaving of the margins. Carlos does not give it importance. The essence of the drawing already is expressed and gives the same thing that is not in color.