It is not in 1948, in Lima, Peru, where Fernando de la Jara is born; nor it is at some school of Fine Arts where he learns to paint. He is born and learns, with every picture he paints.
There is no better biography of a painter than his own work. Painting, the place where form and substance become one, in perfect unity, where, thanks to the imagination, all dreams, longings and fears, not only become possible, but also portrays its author. Alone, and full of wonder, I have painted these pictures, full of my persona who I wish inspired. Alone, with them I leave you. Let’s thank the Communion.