During the years I spent as an interim teacher touring part of Andalusia I left practically hanging pencils and brushes. 

I spent my time dedicated to classes, studying oppositions and making kilometers.

On many occasions, nightmares were recurring, like this one, in which a deformed octahedron, with insect legs attacked me when I had fallen surrendered in the study. I first captured it in a drawing, and a few years ago I passed it to a larger format through pencil and varnishes.

Sueño de opositor (Pesadilla con Octaedro)