Daniel Fuster paints as action. We won’t find in these canvases a revisionist, historicist desire or clear references because they are not in their strength, nor in the dynamics, nor in the organization of that painting or that other. The performative exercise on the work of art has previously been resolved, stepping on the canvas, painting on a support and attacking the painting, as if it were a battlefield. We will not find images in these fabrics that summon sensations. It would seem rather that they are invocations, almost religious, of places of the mind and the viscera. They are sayings of violence, they are passages of life, they are vomiting of possibilities. They are paintings made by a guilty person. They are sensations. The guilt (another tool for beauty).