“One cold, cloudy afternoon, while I was wandering through Juanito’s miserable town, a radical change occurred in my view of reality and its interpretation… it came from the discovery, on the unpaved streets and in the empty lots, of scattered, discarded materials that made up Juanito Laguna’s true environment: scrap wood, empty bottles, scrap iron, cardboard boxes, sheet metal, etc…. Beginning that day I bought fewer and fewer bottles of paint…”