I don't believe in inspiration except when I don't have it. However, I'm professional and keep on working even without the help from the muses though I feel like a mortal person and not a genius.

In Greek thought, inspiration meant that the artist would go into ecstasy or furor poeticus, the divine frenzy or poetic madness. That state would be too much for my daily middle class life. Inspired or not, I have to cook for the kids, help them in homework, drive them to activities and wash their clothes.

It's an unusual exhibition week, on Thursday morning I'm still at home. Normally, gallery shows open on Thursdays and I travel on Sunday or Monday.

Capitalist Color Theory at Galería Kernel will be inaugurated on Friday (9pm, possible only in Spain). One of the paintings isn't totally dry so I wanted to delay the transport as long as possible. I'm waiting for Julián and Maria to arrive with the van and then load the works and travel with them to Cáceres.

I've been working with the stuff until the last moment, yesterday I was buying in supermarkets products that have colors as word on the labels: black chocolate, white bread, red tea, orange juice, yellow ají, green pepper sauce, blue fabric softener and violet liquor. It's a supermarket color wheel of capitalist color theory.